Return of Mount Hua Sect

I am fortunate to be a disciple of the volcano. (4)

It was a little strange.

Although he has been learning the sword for quite some time and has followed his own path, the Unsword has never done a proper dance with anyone until now.

This place was the first proper job in his life.

How does he feel in such a situation... … .

'I'm a little excited.'

If it was a bismuth that had to prove his skills, he might have been nervous. But now, this bimu is not the place to prove his skills.

just… … .

A fortune teller stood on the non-stage and faced the opponent.

“It is Ungum, the great disciple of the volcano.”

“… … .”

Mu Gak, standing on the other side, stared at the empty sleeve of the Unsword.

“You are a great disciple… … .”

Mu Gak murmured as if it was surprising.

“I didn’t know that the great disciple of Hwasan would go to the secretariat.”

Ungum scratched his cheek with a slightly humble face.

“Although he is an ugly man who enjoys a good reputation for his disciples, he doesn’t know how to wield a sword, so don’t worry too much about it.”

It was a calm voice. Mu Gak looked at him silently and nodded his head.

An empty arm means a lot. Perhaps at first, he must have mastered the sword with superiority, and at some point he would have started to learn the left-handed sword.

A name you've never heard of. Evaluation of the Great Volcano Disciples. There's even a left-handed sword. There is nothing to appreciate either of them.

one… … .

'I'm not a good person.'

The momentum it gave off was enough to make all the elements press down.

As quiet as the mountain at dawn.

He was a person who felt as if the name of 'Swordsman' was embodied in a human form.

Mugak let out a small sigh.

'No, no matter who the opponent is.'

I can't lose anymore It was as if the shaman was standing on the edge of a cliff now.

“Mugak is the great disciple of the shaman.”

“It is Ungum, the great disciple of the volcano.”

The two men, who drew their swords and took the ceremony, pointed their swords at each other.

Kwok.

Baekcheon looked down at his hands slowly. He clenched it so tightly that the blood had gone and sweat was gushing over the palm of his hand, which had turned white.

'Luck Sword Master.'

Looking around, the other disciples were also looking at the non-stage with overly nervous faces.

“I should have left… … .”

Baeksang muttered in a muffled voice.

It seemed that he could not forgive himself for showing his hesitation and making him even go to the sword. Baek Cheon said firmly.

“It’s not your fault.”

"But… … !”

“If you hadn’t hesitated, Sasuk would have stepped forward in the end. Don’t think useless thoughts.”

“… … Yes, the death penalty.”

Baekcheon clenched his fists again.

tension, no. This is a concern.

But none of Volcano's disciples are concerned about the defeat of the Unsword. Even if he couldn't see the sword properly and suffered a devastating defeat, none of the volcano's disciples would dare to despise the unsword.

It wouldn't be possible, but if there was such a person, he wouldn't be able to stand it from a hundred thousand.

However, what they were worried about was not defeat, but the heartache that the Unsword had to face, which was worse than before.

Ungum has lived without resting for a single day. What did it mean to him that he had lost his superiority and his incompetence?

“Sook… … .”

Eventually, an unbearable moan-like voice leaked out.

It is still vividly in my memory. The figure of the unsword pierced through the enemy's spear and bleeding.

The empty sleeves of the unsword are a product of their weakness and a symbol of the efforts of their predecessors who risked their lives to protect them.

So it was indescribably painful to watch.

To Baekcheon and the disciples of Hwasan, the unsword was always like a high mountain. No one thought that even though he had become this strong, he had surpassed a fortune-telling sword.

Because of that, those empty sleeves were so painful and sad.

“Even if Sasuk didn’t lose her arm… … .”

Someone's small muttering painfully penetrated the ears of the disciples of the other volcanoes.

And then, after sitting quietly, Cheongmyung looked around and raised the corners of his eyes.

“These sun chicks… … .”

“… … .”

“The death penalty is not something to worry about. Don't talk too much, just watch!"

Without waiting for an answer, he turned his head and fixed his gaze on Unsword again.

It wasn't particularly big, and it wasn't small by any means, it was an ordinary back. However, looking at the back of the unsword that somehow caught people's attention, Cheongmyeong let out a small breath.

'It's still awkward.'

Unsword thought as he gripped his sword with his left hand.

There was a time when the sword felt like a part of the body.

The sword became me, and I became the sword.

However, his right hand, which naturally accepted the sword, no longer exists. The sword he was holding with his unfamiliar left hand still gave him a sense of incongruity.

Perhaps this discomfort will not go away for the rest of your life, until the moment you die.

The moment he saw the sword as a part of his body may never come back to him.

"after."

Taking a short breath, he gave a steady force to the hand that held his sword and said.

“Come.”

Mugak nodded his head briefly.

fault!

His body slammed into the floor and swiftly flew towards the unsword.

Kaaaah!

The sword and the sword collided in the air. The heavy shock transmitted through the sword made the unsword's body tremble greatly.

Paaaah!

Mu Gak, who had disturbed the posture of the unsword by pressing it down with force, quickly retrieved the sword and struck it again like a thunderbolt. In an instant, several forked swords pierced the fork in all directions and entered.

Kaang! Kaang! Kaang!

The unsword, which had slashed the flying sword, stepped backwards in the footwork.

How to avoid falling rain first and see. It's not a bad idea to back off moderately when your opponent is gaining momentum.

Hana Mugak had no intention of letting go of the fortune sword easily.

It slashed forward faster than the retreating fortune sword. It was a relentless movement, like a beast hunting for its prey.

Peeing!

The sound of the tip of the sword ripping through the air resounded sharply. A sharp, non-shamanistic quick sword aimed at the center of the Unsword's body and lifted it.

“Suck!”

Unsword spit out a short breath at the aggressive movement and slammed the flying sword upward.

bang!

The moment the sword bounced upwards with a brief burst of sound, Mu Gak followed the power of the sword and lifted himself up into the air.

Then, it fell faster than the speed it rose and slammed the sword towards the head of the Unsword.

Chae-ae-ae!

Unsword quickly raised the plum sword and blocked the descending Songmungo sword.

The sword and the sword came into contact and pushed each other away.

The left arm of the Unsword holding the plum sword was trembling like an aspen tree. The opponent is holding the sword with both hands and pressing down with all his strength. It was never easy to bear that power with one arm.

The teeth were intertwined as if they were going to break.

gurgling play.

The sword and the sword rubbed against each other, creating a creepy sound. But at that moment.

Whoa!

Black energy like water spewed out like a waterfall from the invisible sword that came in contact with it. The two eyes of the Unsword swelled up.

“Taaaah!”

Mogak, who was energized, pushed his unsword and flew it away. Unable to withstand the power, the body of the Unsword bounced back and rolled on the floor.

“Household!”

“Damn it! Sook!”

A high-pitched scream that was not like the Volcano Disciples could be heard up to the non-stage. The unsword, which rolled over and over in the midst of that scream, quickly got up and took a stance again.

"Hmm."

Mu Gak, who had a clear advantage in this exchange, stopped on the spot instead of hurling his luck sword one after another.

And he looked at the fortune-teller with eyes full of regret.

“Probably… … .”

After a moment's hesitation he said.

“You look unfamiliar with the left-handed sword.”

The swordsman smiled bitterly.

“That’s it.”

“It’s unfortunate.”

The expression on Mugak's face, which shook his head as if he was sincere, was filled with a truly sad look.

“If you hadn’t lost your excellence, it would have been a really good match. It’s sad and it’s sad again.”

“It may not be.”

This was not a provocation.

It was truly a pity as a pure, uninhabited person. But that's why he tore people's hearts more painfully than provocation. Sometimes innocent words of comfort hurt people more than malicious accusations.

However, the Unsword was calm and showed no sign of concern.

“But I’m not the type of person who has regrets about what I lost. If all I have is my left hand, I should do my best with it.”

“… … Good night.”

Unsword and Mugak take their stance again.

Unsword smiled bitterly at the sight of Mu-gak, who was pressuring him with a force as calm as a lake.

'The lie has increased.'

Don't you have any regrets?

No way.

Still the resentment remained. No, I can't stay and it's full.

Still in his dreams, he wields his sword with a familiar superiority. When he suddenly wakes up from a deep sleep, he habitually tries to move his right hand and becomes completely dazed.

lowered inertia.

unfamiliar life.

Humans do not despair of things that have not existed in the first place. When you lose what you have, and when you realize that you can't get back what you lost, then you can only despair with all your heart.

The eyes of the unsword glanced over the disciples of the volcano once.

Worrying gazes, restless faces, not knowing what to do.

'Don't look at me with those eyes.'

Among them, it was none other than Unam who was terrified with the most unfamiliar face. Unam, who had always had a calm face, was chewing her lips with an expression she had never seen before.

'execution.'

okay. it was once

A time when they haven't given up on their dream yet.

When I leaned against the wall, tired of the practice that continued until dawn, Unam would occasionally come and have a deep conversation.

He had vowed so that one day Unam would become the long gate of the volcano, and he would become the greatest sword of the volcano, regaining his reputation lost by his inquisitor.

okay. He had promised so.

It is a promise that has now faded.

- Luck. I do not intend to rise to the long post.

'execution… … .'

okay. wished for the light

Unam gave up the position of Jangmun for his posterity, and he may never again aim for the position of the best sword in the volcano.

The ancestors who endured the long darkness and the descendants who built up a shining reputation.

Unja ships are just connecting the two between them.

“Go!”

An inexhaustible, deep blue sword spurted out as if covering the non-stage.

It is truly vast and majestic.

It was almost dazzling to see the vivid swordsmanship. That sword still had a dazzling light.

Unlike the one who had hoped for it.

'Wanted?'

The sword of the Unsword began to emit red sword energy.

He knows too. that you can never get it back.

His splendid days and his lush youth filled with confidence in himself.

The pure hope that if you work hard, it will come true anytime.

He who has faded will never come back.

one… … .

'My sword is still here.'

Even if you have to wield it with an unfamiliar hand.

Even if now he can never reach the place he was aiming for.

The plum sword that he wielded his whole life is still in his hand.

"AA AA AA!"

The fortune-teller, which had vomited a suppressed shout, rushed towards the sword that came rushing in like an angry wave.

'What does that mean?'

Is being weak a reason not to try?

Could this remorse of grabbing his ankles and shoving them be a reason not to let go?

'Look, death penalty!'

It didn't go away just because I wanted it. Even the withered branches bloom.

The sword that rose from the tip of the Unsword's sword rose red like the rage that he vomited toward the world.

He is still standing here.

Here… … .

right here.

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