Return of Mount Hua Sect

The more you win, the less you increase. (3)

There is no such thing as a burden when you are below. There's nowhere to fall, and there's nothing to protect.

The burden comes on your shoulders only when you have something to lose, not when you have something to achieve.

“Sook. I am… … .”

As Kwak Hui opened his mouth, Baeksang raised his hand slightly and cut off the waist of his horse.

"Ah. Wait, wait.”

"Yes?"

There was little doubt in the eyes of Kwak Hoe at the sudden action.

“As I say in advance, do not expect that I will give you a proper answer to your question or that your troubles will be resolved by talking to me from the beginning.”

“… … .”

“I am not that great. I will die because it will be difficult for me to handle my work.”

“… … I really can't.”

“I live my life alone.”

At the words of Baeksang, Kwak Hoe finally smiled a little. Baeksang asked.

“So you’re saying it’s hard to follow?”

“It’s a little bit different… … .”

“It has to be different, that’s what it means.”

Baeksang shrugged his shoulders.

“As I said a while ago, everyone is dealing with such concerns. You're not the only one."

“… … .”

“Think about it. A nobleman called the death penalty drags people like crazy in front of him, and I can’t tell him to take it easy again, and I can’t tell someone who is carrying a load ten times more than me to go slow.”

“Yeah, that’s right.”

Baeksang contorted his face as if he was angry as he spoke.

“By the way, the people you have to follow are other people like Yoon Jong and Jo Geol.”

“Bar, half way?”

executions?

To Kwak Hoe, Yoon Jong and Jo Geol looked so great, they had never thought of it that way. However, Baek-sang's next words had no choice but to convince him.

“I mean, the one I have to follow is a hundred thousand death sentences, damn it.”

"Ah… … .”

At that moment, Kwak Hoe sympathized with Baek Sang from the depths of his heart.

'I'm better.'

Compared to Baekcheon, the subjects of comparison are Jo-Geul and Yoon-Jong. Of course, if you bring Cheongmyeong, the story will be a little different, but anyway, he is not a person to be compared to anyone in the first place.

“And where is the death penalty? Samae is a sword ghost, now she even swings her sword like a beast... … .”

“… … It must be difficult.”

“Are you talking?”

Baeksang sharpened his teeth.

“I knew this, so I immediately ran away to Jaegyeonggak… … . Damn, what do you do when you run away? I thought that if I went to Jaegyeonggak, I wouldn't have to practice. What is this, training should be done according to training, re-awakening should be done individually… … .”

“… … .”

Of course, I was joking to say that he ran away to Jae-Kyung, but it was true that Baek-Sang was struggling quite a bit because he was doing both training and Jae-Gyeong.

“At the same time, the death penalty is busy training, throwing away everything that he should do as a great disciple. Those who should go to the death penalty come to me and complain to me saying that they are undergoing death penalty training.”

“… … Wrong.”

When he realized that he was one of them, Kwak Hoe was somehow seriously apologetic.

“Twitter.”

Baeksang, with his tongue clenched as if irritated, took a sip of the drink and sighed.

“By the way.”

"Yes."

“But that doesn’t mean it’s not the most difficult thing for me.”

“… … .”

His gaze slowly turned toward the banquet hall.

“As I said before, just because you guys are drinking over there doesn’t mean you’re not happy because you don’t have any thoughts. Everyone must be feeling their own burden.”

Kwak Hui quietly nodded his head.

“Volcanoes are getting stronger at a really crazy rate. Sometimes I get scared just like you. Then, at some point, everyone will pass me by, and I'm afraid that I will be left alone here. I'm afraid I won't even meet the minimum expectations that the inquisitor has of me."

“… … Yes, Suk-suk.”

It was a word that fully expressed the anxiety that Kwak Hoe felt.

It is definitely a good thing that the inquisition grows and becomes stronger.

But thinking otherwise, it meant that the burden and burden that each individual had to bear increased.

“Perhaps the burden you feel will never go away. No, maybe even bigger.”

“More here?”

“The more you win, the more your enemies increase.”

Baeksang was calm, as if he had been thinking like this for a long time.

“In the old days, volcanoes only had to follow those in front of them. There was a servant boy above him and a shaman, so even if we lost, we had nothing to lose.”

“… … .”

“But not now. 'Cause now I have something to lose And the other factions will gradually start to check and target us.”

Baeksang paused for a moment and looked up at the sky.

'I didn't know before.'

A prestigious swordsman who wields a splendid sword. There were times when he only looked at the shining figure as his goal.

But now I know.

What lies behind that splendor?

Even the five swords that are building up a dazzling reputation are not just happy.

Rather, the burden they feel will be different from that of Baeksang or Kwak Hoe.

“Then what should I do?”

"Yes?"

“To take this burden off… … .”

“What did you hear?”

Baek-sang smiled brightly as he slapped Kwak-hoe.

“You don’t expect me to? I'm not the one to answer that."

“… … .”

Kwak-hui's face turned pale in an instant. I couldn't figure out why he was smiling brightly while saying that.

“Could there be an answer?”

Baeksang muttered mournfully.

“You just have to hold on and hold on.”

“… … What is it?”

“What other answers do you have?”

Still, the little respect for the Baeksang that he had in his heart blew and disappeared with a rustling sound.

'Were you originally such a careless person?'

I don't think it was like that before... … .

It felt like the clarification of the volcano had been carried out too much.

“Why are your eyes like that?”

“… … Nope. anything."

“Are your eyes so cheeky?”

“… … .”

Kwak Hwa gently avoided his gaze.

But then, Baeksang opened his mouth in a slightly different voice than before.

“At first I was.”

"Yes?"

“I don’t think a person without a sense of pressure can become strong.”

“… … .”

Kwak Hoe flinched without realizing it.

Those words of Baeksang pierced his ears strangely and clearly.

“No burden means no worries, and no worries means not intense. You must have seen clearly today what it would be like to those who learned their swords leisurely without any worries or concerns.”

“… … Yes."

Of course, the shamans were not those who could be devalued so much.

However, the difference between the volcano, which has been struggling fiercely, and the shaman, who has mastered the sword with all backgrounds guaranteed, was so clear that everyone present today could feel it.

“It’s always heavy. The top drags like crazy, and the back follows like crazy.”

“… … .”

“But it’s true that we came all the way here thanks to being in the middle of nowhere.”

“… … right."

“So, think about it more.”

Baeksang, who had his throat drenched with alcohol, slowly shook his head and stood up.

“Because worrying is worthwhile in itself. I don't know if I can find a cool answer... … Anyway, it is not wrong to feel pressure and worry.”

“… … .”

"Goes. tt Others drink well, but come to visit me for nothing.”

“Go, are you going?”

“I’m going to sleep. I'm going to sting and die."

Baeksang turned around and waved his hand without looking back. Kwak Hoe, who was staring blankly at the back, raised his voice without realizing it.

“Sah, Sasuk!”

"Why!"

Baeksang looked around nervously. Kwak Hui bowed his head deeply.

“… … thank you."

“Thanks freeze to death.”

Waving his hand as if it was bothering him, Baeksang jumped off the roof without any regrets and trembled away.

It was only when he could no longer see him walking through the halls, and Kwak Hui sat down again.

“… … It wasn't wrong... … .”

I didn't find a cool answer, nor did my worries about what to do in the future were resolved. But as I pondered over those words, somehow I felt that my heart was a little more comfortable.

He quietly muttered as he gazed at the light leaking from the banquet hall.

“Everyone is the same.”

Everyone is carrying their own burden.

"no way."

Baeksang gently turned his head and looked up at the top of the eaves and clicked his tongue lightly.

'That's a good thing.'

In the meantime, it was enough for him to just do what he was told. But now that is no longer possible. The more the volcano has to do, and the more the disciples other than Wugum have to do, the more these worries will grow and deepen.

And they will become stronger through those troubles.

“Ts. What do I say all the time... … .”

"no. It wasn't too bad.”

twitch.

Baeksang's body stiffened at the familiar voice that dug into his ear. After standing there without a word for a long time, he asked with a shaky voice without looking back.

“Did you see it?”

"Yes."

“… … From when?”

“From the beginning.”

“From the beginning?”

His head slowly turned to the side. Baekcheon was smiling brightly under the pouring moonlight.

“… … no. Why are you monitoring me?”

“I came along because I wanted to see what was going on with the lovely Sajil guy getting away with a very ugly face.”

“You don’t even care when the darling priest goes out?”

“My priest, you know how to do this well, so why am I?”

“… … .”

Baeksang's face turned red.

“Give it a peek, really!”

"haha."

When Baekcheon just laughed without answering, Baeksang, who was just shy, nervously turned around his body.

"no way!"

I felt unfamiliar with it because it felt like I had heard all of my inner feelings for nothing. It was tingling around my ears and up to the nape of my neck.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m going to my room!”

"already?"

“The death penalty was an easy win without being beaten, but I was beaten! I will rest.”

“I think we can have one more drink, though?”

“… … Yes?"

When Baeksang turned around, Baekcheon was waving a bottle of wine in his one hand.

“It’s been a while since you two had a drink. How are you after a while?”

“… … .”

Baeksang scratched his head and sighed deeply as if he couldn't help it.

“Instead, I will not mention what I said earlier.”

“I don’t know if I drink alcohol again.”

Baek Cheon smiled softly and walked over to Baek Sang and patted him on the shoulder.

Just as he is desperate to support Qingming, the disciples of other volcanoes are also doing their best in their respective positions.

When I realized this again, my heart was filled with gratitude.

"let's go."

“What does this mean to the injured… … .”

“I also brought your favorite shipper.”

“… … Today, for the first time, you say something you like.”

Baek Cheon, who finally smiled and tapped Baek Sang’s shoulder once more, walked forward slowly. Baeksang looked at his back without saying a word.

“Aren’t you going?”

“… … going."

Baeksang smiled silently and ran towards Baekcheon.

'It's different.'

Yes, so many things have changed. A lot has changed compared to just a few years ago.

Even in the future, volcanoes will change rapidly.

Maybe it will become a volcano that is very different from what Baeksang knew.

But there are certain things that do not change.

'okay. Still, a volcano is a volcano.'

“Come on, let’s go!”

“Oh, don’t pull!”

The bright moon was quietly illuminating the back of the two people who were joking around and eventually walking back and forth.

The light was exceptionally bright, and the whole world seemed to be bright at night.

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