Return of Mount Hua Sect

There are also defeats worth more than victories. (1)

Stretch out.

Branches extending from the large, thickly-grown beautiful trees block the scorching sunlight and create a large shade.

It was a different sight, a little different from the plum blossoms of the volcano I had seen before.

Being different doesn't mean it's wrong.

The plum blossoms of the volcano symbolize blooming flowers, that is, flowering (開花). However, what this sword created now was the plum tree itself.

What is coming is the Taegeuk Hyesword (太極慧劍).

The best season of the shaman, embodying the principle of Taegeuk based on the harmony of yin and yang.

Its power was so great that it surpassed all the words of the world discussing the hyegum.

Quazy!

The non-stage floor made of solid blue stone could not withstand the pressure and cracked.

It seems to be pushed softly, but it hits hard, and even when wrapped warmly, it comes in with a cold stab.

Harmony of yin and yang, that is, different qualities coexist.

yin and yang and yang.

This black shaman clearly showed what he was pursuing.

Aww! Aww!

Unable to withstand the pressure, the floor crumbled and soared into the air. A wave of swords flew toward the fortune-teller, wrapping around even the crushed stone fragments as if embracing it.

It was a soft and strong attack indeed.

It was a formidable swordsmanship that made me think that it was too much or too much for the last blow to be delivered to the wounded.

Hana Ungum felt grateful again.

This is proof that Mu Gak acknowledges him. It is his will to show his best swordsmanship to the opponent he recognized.

A disciple of a shaman, who once could not even dare to look, is doing his best for himself, spreading his sword. There can be no greater honor than this as a warrior.

Therefore, the fortune-teller also did not contain any hesitation.

'Stretch it out.'

One day, the sword of Qingming made a plum blossom.

The sword of the hundred thousand also made plum blossoms.

However, even then, the black plum of the Unsword was not captured.

Still, Ungum was not discouraged. Rather, he was genuinely happy with the growth of the children. He smiled while turning away from the one ray of anguish that had arisen in his heart and pressing it down.

okay. It is the responsibility of those children to bloom.

He is simply a bridge that connects generations to generations.

It provides shade so that the still delicate flowers do not dry out in the hot sun.

branches stretched out Like the wrath you vomit out into the world.

'Elder.'

Everyone has a first.

Although it is said that he is now in the position of teaching, in the past he was also in the position of learning.

The falling serpents and the volcanoes that lose their strength day by day. Even in that desperate and gloomy situation, the eyes that Phenomenon looked at them were just warm.

'Can I tell you?'

Can you give your children all that you have been given?

I also just realized now. Now that I understand how you taught me, can you convey that deep feeling to those children?

Unsword clenched his sword a little tighter.

no. he just believes

He simply believes that people's hearts can be transmitted to people without words or desperate shouts.

A new shoot sprouted from the tip of a branch extending from a large tree.

Unlike the flowers of the disciples who bloomed splendidly, the shoots that bloomed from the tip of the unsword's sword were just green.

Aaaaaaaaaaaah!

The sword energy of Taegeuk rushing in collided with the sword created by the unsword. At that moment, the entire sword of the Unsword bounced and shook violently.

“Cool!”

Blood gushed out of the dragon's mouth like a waterfall.

The tremendous game and power beyond imagination in the sword overturned his insides.

'It hurts.'

But this cannot be called pain.

It can withstand anything like the pain of crushing the body.

It was nothing compared to seeing the shoulders of the teacher sagging in helplessness.

Compared to the pain of the headmaster when he realizes that he can't give anything to the young disciples who look at him with his eyes closed, this cannot be called pain.

Quad Duck!

The sword's feet dug into the floor. It looked like a tree was taking root.

The world is always cold and harsh.

'One, my disciples.'

When does winter end?

Unsword's gaze slowly turned to one of his empty sleeves.

He remembered the things he had to lose.

Most people get stronger as much as they get hurt.

But sometimes it can cause irreversible damage.

The feeling I felt at my fingertips was still unfamiliar. However, he still wields the sword.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”

The sword of the Unsword, which cried out like a cry, was swung once more, and a flame-like sword erupted from its tip.

The rising sword, as if on fire, pushed away the rising energy of Yin and Yang.

bang!

The two energies collided with each other and swept the non-stage floor.

Wow!

yet again!

Aww!

Once again!

As the collisions continued, the unsword's body tilted as if it were going to be lodged in the floor at any moment.

He never fell to his knees or fell either.

Even if it was wounded by the rushing energy, and even if it was torn apart as if it was scraped off every time it collided, the two legs of the unsword were firmly on the ground as if they were the first time.

“… … .”

The two eyes of Baekcheon, who watched all of this, were covered in blood.

Blood was dripping from his clenched fists.

However, his eyes did not leave the fortune-sword for a moment.

'Sook!'

Words cannot explain. His feelings watching all this.

One thing was certain, however, was that it was very clear what Unsword was trying to convey to his disciples.

That is something that cannot be expressed in crude language. You just have to feel it.

Baek Cheon's shoulders trembled slightly.

Not only that, but the faces of everyone at the volcano who were watching this secret dance were full of wretchedness that had never been seen before.

everyone knows

Even if you die, you must not take your eyes off this spectacle.

Jo Geol, who always had a bright face, Dang So So, who did not yet understand the meaning of Hwasan, and even Yu Yi Seol, who did not reveal her feelings well, watched Unsword with a different face than usual.

and… … .

Kwok.

Cheongmyeong, who was looking at the rain stage from the front, slowly clenched his fist.

'Ahaha.'

I have lost so much.

Is there anyone who can understand more than Qingming of what Unsword must have felt? Who can understand the heart of losing what you believed so well in an instant?

Nevertheless, the Unsword did not lose itself.

I just worked hard again and again.

He does not hesitate to learn from his disciples, he does not turn away from the fact that he is not as good as he used to be, he just walks again calmly.

As he endured all that and looked at his back, it was difficult to contain the emotions that were kicking in his chest.

'execution.'

I was wrong.

I didn't lead the volcano again.

Been here from the beginning.

volcanic spirit.

A smile formed on the corner of his lips.

"great."

A low murmur leaked out. It was the echo of the ancestors passed down through the ages and passed on to the next generation who inherited the spirit of the volcano.

'Where was this?'

Consciousness gradually faded.

It felt like my body was going to crumble. My consciousness flew away moment by moment, and I couldn't see properly.

thud!

A huge shock hit me over and over again, but instead of regaining consciousness, it just kept blurring.

'What was I doing?'

I couldn't even remember.

Nevertheless, the sword is still drawing the air.

Even if consciousness is lost, even if the body does not move properly, even if the will shakes as if it were broken.

Touro, who has painted his whole life, is still with him. Even if he was not conscious of it, he was spreading his sword as if he had to.

Aww!

Yin and Yang collided with each other, creating enormous power. An immense power swept over the fortune sword.

He squeezed his tightly shut mouth, and blood spurted out once more.

But thanks to that, I regained my senses a little.

'You're strong.'

Despite all that effort, the shaman was still a high mountain. Perhaps he will not be able to overcome the shaman even if he struggles for the rest of his life.

But now that didn't really matter.

Woo woo woo woo!

The sword, which had been shaking violently as if it was about to escape from his grasp at any moment, regained some stability.

'Black honest.'

Even if you cry out, even if you use evil, the impossible won't happen all of a sudden. If you really want it, you have to build it up, not shout it.

'Build a day, build another day... … .'

So someday it will be reached.

That's the way the inspector should go.

Woo woo woo woo woo!

As if the sword responded to his will, it spewed out clear swordsmanship.

'Let's play.'

the sword flows As if riding a rushing sword, as if playing on the wind.

The pressure that had been putting pressure on her whole body disappeared, and the roar that seemed to tear her ears disappeared.

The only thing I could feel was the feel of the sword in my hand.

What should I tell you?

For a moment, a question appeared in his head, and a smile appeared on Unsword's lips.

'Only one.'

He stepped firmly on the floor with his legs slightly apart.

With his strength removed, his knees naturally bent slightly. He stretched out his shoulders and held his sword forward, as if he still had his right hand.

stop tax.

The attitude that starts everything.

The black energy of yin and yang was clearly visible in his clear gaze.

It was a majestic force, like black and white, two dragons flying together.

“It always starts with one.”

But his sword sounded calmly and slowly. The sword, raised above his head, was hung down toward his back.

The sword that had risen to the top was smashed down with everything he had.

drop down.

The first thing he learned.

And the first thing he taught.

Everyone's end is different, but everyone's start is the same.

This was his prototype, the prototype of the volcano.

There will come a day when a volcano will make a name for itself in the world. One more time, there will come a time when it loses its splendid name and declines.

However, the volcano will not disappear unless the bright spirit of the children who hold the wooden sword with their fern hands and wield it does not disappear.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah

A slash with a magnificent sword divided yin and yang.

“Ahhhhh!”

“Taaaah!”

With a shout filled with the power of the two swordsmen, a huge storm of Qi swept over the non-stage.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

A fierce swirling energy spread out in all directions, but neither the disciple of the volcano nor the disciple of the shaman retreated.

As if he was going to engraved this mucus in his eyes, he endured the rushing energy with his whole body.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

Black, white, and blue energy soared into the sky.

The gust of wind became a strong wind, and the strong wind eventually became a gentle breeze and subsided.

Silence descended upon the son-in-law. There were a lot of people, but no one even made a sound.

In the strangely quiet space, only the soft breathing sounds of the two of them resonated as if they could be grasped.

luck sword. and ignorant.

Two people were standing on the non-stage.

The unsword was the first to move among the two who faced each other without moving like a stone statue.

surreung.

He slowly pushed his sword into its scabbard and slowly extended one of his remaining hands forward.

Just by looking at his trembling appearance, he could tell how much mental energy it took to reach out that hand.

His hand, which seemed to be falling into the air from loss of strength at any moment, crawled out in front of him.

"well… … learned... … It is.”

Mu Gak put his sword on the floor without hesitation. Then he stretched out both his hands and swooped with the utmost respect.

"really… … I learned really well, Dojo.”

Mugak's voice trembled slightly.

As soon as the answer was finished, the unsword's body fell to the floor.

dump.

"stamp!"

“Sook!”

“Household!”

Mu Gak hurriedly flew away and supported him. At the same time, the disciples of Hwasan also rushed to the non-stage.

“Cool.”

A cough erupted from Ungum's mouth.

“Sook! Are you okay?”

“Master! My, my image... … .”

As the disciples' faces filled with blurred vision, the corners of the unsword's lips curled up slightly.

"form… … .”

“… … .”

“Awkward… … losing… … didn't you?"

At that question, strength entered Baekcheon's hand, which was holding the unsword's hand.

“… … It was great, Sasuk.”

Fortune Sword smiled faintly.

“I’m glad… … .”

Then he closed his eyes as if relieved. His hands drooped to the side.

“Sa, Sookjo!”

“No fuss.”

Drying the bewildered disciples, Baek Cheon bit his lips tightly.

“You just lost your mind.”

“… … .”

And he grabbed the fortune teller. Before going down the stage, he didn't forget to bow slightly towards Mu-gak.

“Thank you for supporting Sasuk, as a disciple of Hwasan.”

“Infinite money.”

Mugak shook his head.

“Anyone would.”

“… … .”

“Anyone.”

Baekcheon nodded and turned around.

The body of the unsword in his arms was very light. That fact made Baekcheon somewhat sad.

“Remember.”

“… … .”

“What did you see?”

At his heavy voice, the disciples of the volcano nodded with hardened faces. They went down the stage with Baekcheon holding a fortune sword. They all looked proudly outstretched.

They are the descendants of the volcano, and they are also the pupils of the Unsword.

Cheongmyeong, who was watching from under the non-stage, nodded slowly.

“Sometimes in the world… … .”

The corners of his smiling lips were full of pride.

“There are defeats worth more than victories.”

This defeat will be etched in the hearts of the Volcano Disciples.

A memory that will never be forgotten.

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