Return of Mount Hua Sect

There are also defeats worth more than victories. (2)

Mugak, who came down from the stage, bowed his head in front of Sanja Heo.

“… … sorry."

“… … .”

“I used the sword even though I knew it wasn't supposed to. I will take this punishment sweetly.”

Heo San-ja looked at Mu-gak with a slightly subtle feeling.

“Why?”

“… … .”

“It was a good enough opponent to win even if I didn’t use a sword. Still, was there any reason to break the law of inquisitiveness?”

“… … It’s hard to explain in words.”

Heo San-ja nodded at Mu-gak's answer.

“It’s probably good.”

And patted his shoulder.

“If you win, that’s it. If you ask the victor for their sins, the whole world will laugh at the shaman. I will pretend that you are not guilty.”

"one… … .”

“It’s okay, spread your shoulders! There is no apology.”

“… … Yes."

Heo San-ja's eyes narrowed slightly.

“After seeing Hye Gum with their own eyes and seeing the disastrous defeat of a great disciple, they must have lost their confidence too. It may take a while for you to swell with anger, but you will soon find out the reality.”

“… … .”

“All that remains is to sweep away the victory. It is now.”

Mu-gak simply nodded without saying a word and passed Huo San-ja and headed back. A complex expression flashed across his face.

'You won... … .'

It was really strange.

Clearly, I didn't feel like I had won. I won the match, but I felt defeated as a swordsman.

Mujin approached him.

"execution."

“How were you?”

“… … .”

Mu Gak couldn't answer right away and hesitated.

It was very difficult to express my feelings about this bimu in a few words.

"execution. Maybe we… … .”

As he was about to say something, he suddenly looked at Heo San-ja's back in the distance.

“Maybe I was missing out on a lot because of the name of the shaman.”

It wasn't something the shaman's disciple would have uttered.

But even after hearing this, Mujin did not scold him, just silently nodded his head.

“Bimura… … .”

Bimu is learning by comparing each other's dances.

People in the world think that the true meaning of Bimu is comparable, but the true meaning of Bimu lies in learning.

In that sense, they were learning more than they thought through this secretariat.

'I wish other priests would know... … .'

Mujin sighed softly.

"it's okay. You are just exhausted.”

“Are you really okay?”

"Yes."

Dang So-so nodded with a serious face. Even so, he did not let go of the hand that held the pulse of the fortune sword as if he did not know.

“There is an internal wound, but if you go to the sun for three or four days, you will be completely healed.”

“Whew.”

"thank God… … .”

At that moment, the tension that had filled the shoulders of the disciples of the volcano was released. If the Unsword had suffered serious injuries, it would not have been their speed.

“Master… … .”

Unsword's face, which had lost consciousness, looked strangely calm. Some of the volcano's disciples saw him like that and eventually stole their eyes.

In particular, Baeksang was biting his lips as if he was about to cry.

Then, a low voice came from behind them.

“Don’t be swayed by your emotions.”

When everyone turned around, Cheongmyeong was approaching in a casual new color.

“Remember what you saw and learned. The governor will want it.”

"Of course."

“Never forget!”

How can you forget? I saw such a sight with my own eyes. I felt with my whole body what the luck sword was trying to convey.

Seeing their serious faces, Cheongmyung raised the corners of his mouth. This was a story he couldn't tell, and it was a teaching he couldn't deliver.

As human beings, there are limits to what we can do alone. So people come together. We can't do it alone, but we can do it together.

"therefore… … .”

Qingming slowly looked around everyone.

“Are you still afraid of losing?”

There was no reply, but everyone's eyes were enough to answer.

"great!"

Cheongmyung nodded his head broadly and pointed to the non-stage with his chin.

“Who will go out next?”

"grow!"

“Get out of the way, death penalty! I'm leaving!"

“You don’t even have to go to the private residences! I am going!”

As soon as the words were finished, shouts erupted from here and there with a terrifying force. It was the complete opposite of the time when I was reluctant to go out and only looked at it a while ago.

“Oh, the death penalty is weaker than me! I’m going!”

“What, you bastard? Would you like to stick with me?”

“There is an up and down in cold water! Everyone, stop talking nonsense!”

"what? Can you see if there is a sound coming out of the top and bottom even if a needle is inserted into the crown?”

“So, soso, calm down.”

“… … .”

that… … Well, that seems a bit excessive.

Still, better than procrastinating.

It was the moment when Cheong-myeong, a little embarrassed, tried to name one of them.

“Everyone, be quiet.”

One voice, until it fainted, covered everyone's mouths.

It was a white statue with a devil-like face and a tight grip on the sword.

“I am leaving.”

“… … .”

“Anyone dissatisfied?”

“… … There is not."

Everyone kept their mouths shut. It seemed that he would risk his life to talk about his dissatisfaction.

Baeksang looks at Cheongmyeong, biting his lip.

“Can I go out?”

"Huh… … Huh. get out."

Even the blueness of the world flinched at the momentum.

"Goes."

Baeksang headed to the non-stage without looking back. Looking at the back, Cheongmyeong wiped away a cold sweat.

'It's because the kids are young.'

It's a bit extreme, a bit... … .

“Everyone, go away now. The governor needs to rest.”

As Soso cut his words out, the people standing around the unsword retreated like the ebb and flow. It was as if he would never interfere with the rest of the Unsword.

The last remaining Qingmyeong looked down at the unconscious Unsword silently.

- I wish I could show you that level.

“Really… … .”

I didn't know you could make it this perfect... … .

In fact, Qingming only taught them how to overcome.

That's why I couldn't tell you. The spirit that he had been missing without his knowledge was conveyed by the Unsword so brilliantly today.

'Good job.'

Not Cheongmyeong, but as the plum swordsman, Cheongmyung slowly turned around to express his deep gratitude.

Returning to his seat, he stared at Baeksang standing on the non-stage.

As if it had not yet been decided who would come out of the shaman, only Baek Sang stood alone on the offstage.

“Who will come out?”

“… … Anyone will come.”

“Can I win?”

"no way."

Baekcheon burst into laughter at the reaction like a sword of Qingming.

“I will.”

Now I can't hope for victory even by luck. No matter how many victories he had before, if he suffered ten defeats in a row, his victory might have faded and filled with self-doubt.

'It would have been if there was no private residence.'

But now things have changed.

The Unsword informed the disciples of the volcano that victory was not everything.

Isn't it stark just to see that the disciples, who were reluctant to go out because they were afraid of defeat, tried to go out without you?

“If you can lose confidently, it can’t be said that losing is bad.”

“… … .”

At Baek Cheon's words, Cheong Myung's face twisted as if something was dissatisfied. It was heartbreaking and I was going to die, but it was a face that I couldn't say with my mouth. Baek Chen sighed and added.

“… … I know it's good to win.”

“Okay.”

Then he let out a sound of pain and took a deep breath.

"this time… … .”

His eyes looking at the shaman were dim.

“I can’t help it this time, so I’ll have to put up with it once. But… … .”

squeaky.

“Next time, I’ll throw it away.”

Baek Cheon shook his head as he muttered while grinding his teeth.

'Anyway, greed is boiling.'

Already, they have gained an incredible amount.

Considering that this secrecy competition was not planned from the beginning, it was not at the level to say that it had a good result, but it was nothing more than a nonsensical jackpot.

Even so, he was still not satisfied.

'The volcano must have come all the way here thanks to this kind of demeanor... … .'

Baekcheon's gaze turned to Baeksang, who was standing on the non-stage.

Perhaps Baeksang knew enough. That is, sometimes defeats are more valuable than victories.

"cheer up. Baek Sang-ah.”

If you can show the spirit of the volcano, that is enough.

Although Baeksang struggled quite a bit, it was impossible to narrow the absolute gap. However, it clearly showed that he did not give up until the end.

Those who have been on the non-stage in succession also did their best, but they were not able to compete with the great disciples of the shaman.

Literally, it was heavy duty.

However, those who were watching did not look at the volcano with the eyes of those who were defeated.

“I lost again.”

“Is this seven to five?”

“I’ll buy seven.”

“Oh, yes. At first, I decided not to hit that board.”

The middle class clicked their tongues.

“Ttttttttt. You've worked hard, but it looks like you've run out of energy. It was unfortunate.”

“That’s the way it is.”

Those who had been regretful over and over suddenly realized.

It's disappointing that it means that you expected that much. In other words, even they thought that the volcano might be able to catch the shaman.

Even though I know how absurd it is.

It still was.

They could see that the disciples of Hwasan, who were fighting on the non-stage, were clearly being pushed back, but that didn't make them even in the slightest to laugh at the defeat.

“… … That’s great.”

“Are you mean?”

“What is a shaman? Volcanoes are great!”

One of them raised his voice.

“Is this a fight that makes sense in the first place? In what cases do you mean that the great disciple and the second disciple do secretarial affairs? You have to fight with your opponent.”

“Why is that the shaman’s fault? The great disciples of the volcano are poor.”

“Yeah, it must be poor!”

The person who was speaking groaned.

“But, is it something a prestigious place would do to bet on their opponents because they are poor? If the shaman had a conscience, they would have brought these great disciples too! What does it mean to have left out the great disciple in the first place? Isn't this the intention of dealing with the two great disciples of Hwasan as one of the greatest disciples?"

“Could it have been? How did it happen?”

“It happened just as you said Chise! Then, shouldn't it be time to delay the bureaucracy a bit and bring the two great disciples from the main mountain?"

“… … .”

“This is nonsense.”

The eyes of the middle-aged people heading towards the shaman were not very good.

When I first came here for entertainment, I didn't care. However, the game was fiercer than expected, and the moment they felt the volcanic struggle was a pity, something was twisted.

“So that means volcanoes are amazing!”

“… … .”

“If I had told my ten-year-old more great disciples to do secret dance in a place where so many people were watching, I would have thrown them out without looking back. But, aren't they cowardly and proudly fighting without swearing at them?"

“… … I heard it.”

“The one who fights with that great disciple will of course lose now. But twenty years... … . No, after ten years, will the shaman really become the opponent of the volcano? Do you already have young disciples who will fight against the great disciple of the shaman?”

“… … .”

At first, it was just a favor.

Who wouldn't have a favor for those who rob the bandits' warehouses and carry them to such a distant place to distribute them? So, even if you don't win, you have to work hard.

However, those who watched the match deeply realized why the name of the volcano is resonating all over the world.

“The world will change. Volcanoes, volcanoes, and then there was a reason why the fame rose.”

Not a small number of them nodded their heads in unison.

Of course, there were those who denied it, and there were those who refuted it openly, so there were various emotions, but no one could deny the fact that the volcano was never a volcano of the past.

Without noticing it, the sect called Hwasan had come to a position where it could stand shoulder to shoulder with that prestigious shaman.

and… … .

Behind the vortex of chaotic emotions, a man slowly stood up.

“Twitter.”

He was a strong man with a face that was somewhere between old age and old age, dressed in rough sackcloth. He murmured as he stared at the rain stage with cold eyes.

“… … I closed my eyes for a while... … .”

Just like a volcano... … .

He shook his head in a sheep he didn't like, then turned around and started walking slowly.

The clothes, which were quite old and starting to fade, were scattered. The old sword that hung from his waist shimmered like new.

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