Return of Mount Hua Sect

I am fortunate to be a disciple of the volcano. (5)

The reddish-red sword blocked the flowing blue sword.

However, it seemed difficult because the red sword was too weak to completely block all the blue swords that rushed in like an angry wave.

“Location.”

Baekcheon bit his lip without realizing it.

- From today on, I will be your teacher.

The figure of the Unsword who spoke with a friendly smile was still vivid in front of my eyes.

At that time, in Baekcheon's eyes, Ungum was the most imposing person in the world.

His broad shoulders seemed to embrace everything, and his firm mouth lacked firm confidence.

And that kind of impression of the Unsword showed the person he was. Because he never neglected his training for a single day while actually teaching his disciples.

If he could make a man out of a sword, he thought he would be like that.

someone I admired. A person I admire even now.

'Sook... … .'

A soft sob was heard from somewhere.

He tries hard to hold it in, but in the end he can't bear it, so the sound of a moan-like cry comes out through his lips.

Everyone was well aware of how Unsword was standing there.

So I couldn't take my eyes off of it.

Even though his vision was blurred by the overflowing tears, he did not take his eyes off of it. His jaw was trembling and he bit his lip even though his heart felt like it was going to break.

It wasn't just a simple dance.

It was the cry of fate. As always, it was the Unsword's teachings that were shown to them through actions rather than words.

How can you become a disciple and take your eyes off your teacher's teachings?

'We'll keep an eye on it.'

Baek Cheon, clenching his fists, widened his eyes. He couldn't miss a single moment.

Among the disciples full of passion, only Unam was watching the Unsword from a slightly different point of view.

'Priests.'

The black was harsh.

It was not the swordsmanship of the past that was refined sharper than the blade. It's rough, unnatural, and rattles like cogs that don't mesh.

It was like an old spinning wheel creaking and screaming in the wind.

But… … .

'Yes, Priest. What's wrong with that?'

The one wielding the sword is still a fortune sword.

Unam knows

How painful it is to go back to the top of a mountain with a tooth that has fallen from a high mountain, dragging a broken leg.

That is why the current sword of the unsword is several times more powerful than the sword of the unsword of the past.

- One day I will become the Volcano First Sword.

'Do not lose, Priest.'

Why is the back I have seen for a long time so pathetic? When he was holding a sword, his back, which had always been the most reliable in the world, looked infinitely pitiful now.

Hana Unam desperately denied her feelings.

'Do not sympathize with those who fight.'

It was an insult to the one holding the sword.

What he can do is believe in the victory of the luck sword. He had no doubts, he just believed.

go go go go!

A sound as if the tip of a sword was being ripped pierced my ears.

Of course, that couldn't be the case. This was a hancheol sword made by Qingming. This item was made with special attention to the weight distribution and the direction of the handle, especially for the fortune-teller, which requires using a left-handed sword.

Destiny knew. How did Cheong-myeong make this sword?

But how could he show his weakness with this sword?

Paaaah!

The rushing sword was raging, aiming for his whole body and listening.

'Slow.'

The body cannot follow what the head thinks. The sword, which moved naturally when the mind changed, now arrives half a beat later than expected.

A gap that could not be narrowed and a sense of incongruity followed like a shadow.

In other words, it should have been called 'desperation'.

Perhaps the opponent the Unsword is fighting now is not the disciple of the shaman, but the despair that covers him.

Yes, then... … .

A smile that did not fit the situation appeared on the lips of the Unsword, who grabbed the trembling sword.

I was rather fortunate.

Unsword's head turned slightly toward the disciples of the volcano. Of course, he couldn't look away because he couldn't see it, but he believed that only his heart would be transmitted.

'Guys.'

The world isn't that easy. The disciples of Hwasan had someone to guide them, and they did not neglect their efforts, so they have been successful and have grown in a state of disrepair.

However, it cannot last forever.

One day, even his disciples will have to meet enemies they can't handle, encounter problems they can't solve, and face high mountains that they can't cross.

A mountain called despair.

'I'm a bad teacher.'

Now he has no more swords to teach them.

Some, including Baek Cheon, have already surpassed him, and others will soon overtake him. Now he is in a position to learn from them.

Quad Duck!

A sword that could not be stopped pierced his shoulder. The sword that pierced the flesh of his shoulder broke his bones.

'So take a good look.'

Nevertheless, the reason he can still be called their teacher is because he still has something to teach them except for the sword.

'The world is always harsh.'

I can't stop the windswept in front of you. I can no longer protect and lead.

But… … .

'I can teach you how to endure despair.'

I can show you how to move forward with your feet firmly on the ground, even when you're at a loss.

Paaah!

The red sword that spurted out violently broke the waves of the rushing sword.

It was still a very rough blackness, but the will contained within it was not disturbed in the slightest.

thud!

Fortune Sword took a step forward.

'Living in the world is like breaking through waves.'

It is not the end of overcoming the high waves once. Waves come and go again at any time.

'So don't be shaken.'

You have to keep your feet firmly on your feet and hold them tight.

After all, waves are passing by. It just scans the body and pushes away.

Isn't despair the same?

Even if it's hard to bear now and it's painful enough to grind your teeth, one day you'll be crushed like a passing wave.

so!

hold on

If you are struggling alone, I will support you on your back, so there is nothing to be afraid of.

Aaaaaaaaaaaah!

At that moment, the rushing blue sword soared twice as high. The black energy emitted by the unsword was swept away by the blue sword and collapsed, and eventually even the body of the unsword was struck by the rushing sword and bounced off.

Even in the midst of it, he couldn't put the sword down, so he had no arms to support his body. Unsword's body plummeted to the floor helplessly.

“Sook!”

“Sukjoo oh oh oh oh!”

“Master!”

A shriek that seemed to be torn to pieces pierced through the empty ears.

The unsword fell to the floor and looked blankly at the blue sky.

'I don't know.'

He couldn't tell for sure. Why is he fighting, to prove himself as a swordsman? Maybe it's because I don't want to taint the name of the volcano. Or maybe it was because he wanted to show something to his disciples.

But one thing is certain.

Aww!

The sword stuck to the floor.

Unsword, who struggled to stand up using his sword as a staff, stared straight ahead with clear eyes. Red blood flowed from the deep cuts as he was swept away by the sword, but the luck sword didn't even pay attention.

His only hand trembled. Still, his legs were firmly on the floor again.

Mu-gak's face got a little tired of seeing that.

“Winning is… … .”

Unable to speak, he pulled his lips together with difficulty.

“I think I already did.”

Then, Ungum smiled.

“I’m sorry, but Bondo hasn’t given up yet. I wish we could hang out together a little bit longer.”

“… … If so.”

Mu Gak hardened his expression and swung his sword again.

Awesome love!

It was a quick sword like an island battle.

The black energy that spewed out faded away in an instant and appeared right in front of the unsword.

Kaang!

The unsword twisted his body and struck the flying sword.

one.

Paaah! Paaaah!

Mugak's sword did not stop with that one time. It was fired several times in succession and aimed at the whole body of the Unsword.

Kaang! Kaaan! Kaang!

Each time he blocked the sword, his body was pushed back one character. Even though the sword had been blocked, the power of the sword was not bearable.

Unsword's body, which had been blocking the sword over and over again, could not overcome its strength and fell back to the floor.

Kwadang!

He failed to balance because he was not fully adapted to the body without one arm.

woowook.

The fist of the Unsword that grabbed the sword pressed down on the floor.

The one arm that is trembling softly.

However, the arm supported his body, and he stood up again. The hand holding his sword was still trembling, but his face was just as calm as when he first started dancing.

Mu Gak looked at that face and opened his mouth again without realizing it.

“… … Why?"

Why is interest rising so much again?

The match has already been won.

But what the hell is it that you work so hard to get something?

Mu Gak asked with a face that he did not understand.

“Why are you doing this?”

“… … .”

“It should be no secret. Even if you lose in the secretariat, who will point your finger at you and criticize you?”

“It’s a criticism… … .”

Laughing and shaking his head slowly, Unsword looked at Mu-gak. There was not a single sign of malice on the face of such a fortune teller.

“As long as you live.”

“… … .”

“Sometimes I fall.”

“… … .”

“Sometimes I get lost, sometimes I get frustrated, sometimes I get lost in despair.”

It was a nonsense word. But Mu Gak couldn't cut off the nonsense.

“Do you know what to do in that case?”

“… … What should I do?”

The fortune teller shook his head.

“There is no other way.”

“… … .”

“I just have to walk. I have to get up and walk again. Even if his knee hurts and his ankle hurts, he has no choice but to get up and walk again.”

"stamp… … .”

“Look, dojo.”

The fortune teller raised the sword.

“Are you saying that I, who has to tell my disciples to get through life and walk, should only do this to me?”

“… … .”

“There are times in life when you have to give up on a mountainside. But that's not wrong. If you give up, just go back up and stop. Real giving up is not going down a mountain or rolling down. The moment you hesitate to try again is the real give up.”

The ignorance was known.

Iza's words were not addressed to Mu-gak, or even to Unsword himself. These words are the heart to convey to the disciples of Hwasan, who are watching Bimu.

“So, don’t worry and come. I am the volcanic swordsman. Volcano Swordsman is not so frustrated.”

Mugak closed his eyes. And after a while he slowly opened his eyes again.

“Can I ask for your name again?”

“The volcanic fortune teller.”

“Luck sword… … .”

Mugak sighed lowly.

'Elder. We are wrong.'

To say that there is only a late index in a volcano is clearly wrong to say that there is no superior to lead.

aren't you here

If such a person supports the disciples' backs, how can they say that the great disciples of Hwasan are powerless? Once again, it's not us who can't see the volcano properly.

Our shaman... … .

Mu Gak quickly untied the scabbard tied around his waist and threw it to the floor.

The fact that the swordsman throws away his sword is an expression of his will to fight without considering his life or death. But now the meaning of this act is a little different.

It means that the person in front is an opponent who has to fight for life or death. This was an expression of supreme respect for the other person.

"I am… … .”

Mu Gak looked straight at the Unsword with determined eyes.

“I will never forget his name.”

“Thank you.”

“I will do my best. Be prepared.”

"However much."

Mugak took a breath.

His sword began to draw a different trajectory than before. It is not black like water. A round, smooth arc was drawn in the air.

Taegeuk Hye Sword

A sword that cuts away defilements.

Shaman's best season.

This sword, which is forbidden to be used in Bimu, was spread out as a sign of supreme respect for the opponent.

The sword gently cut the round circle drawn in the air.

The beginning of the world is when one member (一元) is divided into yin and yang. The sword containing the source finally appeared on the non-stage.

The sword, divided into black and white, swooped down on the cloud sword. Faced with the sword, the unsword grabbed the plum sword tightly.

'It's not strange.'

The sword in his hand was strangely warm.

Even though there was no way, it seemed as if a tiny streak of warmth was coming through the handle of the sword.

- Master!

A soft smile appeared on the corner of the sword's lips.

It seemed as if he could see his young disciples running in the midst of the many plum blossoms in the volcano.

'You will go beyond me into the world.'

So until then... … .

It would be nice if my sword could be your shadow.

Before long, the unsword's sword drew a huge tree.

A giant tree that will stretch out its branches all over the world and create a shade for you to rest in peace.

The shadow that the luck sword had created might have been a little warmer.

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