Return of Mount Hua Sect

do not worry! I'll make you win! (3)

"The two great disciples are coming back."

"Ummm."

Hyeonjong let out a heavy sigh.

It's good to see the children who left the closure return, but it's not a good thing to think about what will happen after that.

"Where did you come from?"

"Some seem to have already reached chords, and most seem to have almost reached chords now."

"like that."

Hyeonjong raised his head and looked at Unam.

"Jang Moon-in."

"Tell me."

“Why was the Hwajong branch, which was originally supposed to be held half a year later, drawn up?”

"I have sent you a call from Jongnam. This time, you want to hold the Hwajong branch a little bit tighter."

"Can't we postpone or postpone the meeting?"

"it's difficult."

Unam sighs.

"The volcano is in full swing right now. Everything is going well, and at least we can live without worrying about food. Everyone has a smile on their face. This is a remarkable change if you think about it just a few months ago. "

"Yes."

Hyeonjong also agrees with Unam.

The biggest difference is that once the volcano is full of vitality.

Those who lived without knowing what tomorrow would be like now saw hope. The smile on his face warms the hearts of those who watch.

“But we are essentially invincible.”

"Yes."

“We are discovering and learning new martial arts, but it is not yet the time for proper results.

Hyunjong nodded his head without saying a word.

Everything Unam said is correct.

In the past, the volcano had the ability to overwhelm Jongnam, but the current volcano has only a shell. It was only to the extent that the Seven Swords were found and hope was gained.

'That's also a glimmer of hope.'

I have a long way to go.

Now I have just solved the problem of making a living. However, in order for the volcano to regain its former fame and glory, it must eventually regain its inaction.

Was the ignorance of ignorance something that could be solved overnight?

There was absolutely no time.

"If the outcome of this meeting is the same as before, I'm afraid that the disciples who had only hoped that they could do it will become defeatists because they think they can't do it again."

"Unam-ah."

"...Yes. Long doorman."

"Why don't you know about me?"

Hyunjong shook his head.

"But would there be any difference if we avoid it? If we avoid the Hwajong branch, will the disciples have hope? Don't even the oldest people think that they don't trust them?"

"that……."

Unam bowed her head.

"It is not shameful to lose a match. If you lose despite your best efforts, it is unavoidable. You have to work harder. But avoiding a match in order not to lose is something you should never do. It's a call for anger."

"My thoughts were short, Jangmunin."

"I fully understand your concerns. But... it must be difficult in many ways to postpone the Hwajong branch."

Unam sighed.

'You have disturbed the minds of the Jangmunin by saying something useless.'

At this point, I need to say something a little hopeful.

"Actually, if these great disciples can achieve good results, wouldn't it be a good thing?"

"Yes."

Both Unam and Hyeonjong knew that it was not easy.

It used to be the Jongnam that was once under our feet, but now the gap between Jongnam and the volcano has widened beyond bridging. The weight of Jongnam's second disciple and the weight of the second great disciple of Hwasan are as different as Mangeun Geostone and a feather.

We made an effort through closing, but it will be difficult to win.

'It would be nice if at least I didn't lose easily.'

Hyungwon's heart sank heavily.

"Unam-ah."

"Yes."

"These are the children who come back after suffering. Prepare good food and drink alcohol."

"one……."

"It would be okay for children who practiced hard for a day or so. And shouldn't those children know that the circumstances of the volcano have changed?"

"It is true. We will prepare without any setbacks."

"okay."

"Then stop."

Unam got up from her seat and carefully prepared her manners.

As Unam leaves the room, Hyeonjong quietly gets up and opens the window. Looking out the window, he let out a sigh he had been holding back.

'Be a servant.'

It's like a thorn in the heart. It hurts every time I take a breath, and the thorn that seems to be pierced even deeper someday will cut off my breath.

"It's difficult. It's difficult."

Winter is long and volcanic spring is still too far away.

* * *

"Can you win?"

Jong-Yun Yoon and Geol Jo gathered in Cheong-Myeong's room.

If someone else had said something like this, they would have ignored it and passed it on, but Cheongmyung's words have a different weight.

Both Yoon Jong and Jo Gul know. That Qingming never said anything in vain. No matter how absurd the words were, Qingming always kept his words.

"U.S?"

Cheongmyung looked at the two and clicked his tongue.

"Not now."

"Huh? Even if you become this strong?"

"The death penalty was strong."

"Yes?"

Cheongmyung raised his thumb and index finger to the point of a speck of dust.

"Did this much?"

“……”

“……”

"Ah. I'm joking, it's not like this."

"also!"

"Well then."

Cheongmyung raised his thumb and forefinger just twice as much.

“It will be enough.”

“……”

“……”

Jo Girl, whose face was blushing, couldn't stand it anymore and jumped up and started pointing.

"Hey! Still, there's something we've been saying to die for all this time, but does it make sense that we've only grown that much! I can feel it with my body."

"It's only been a few months that the count will freeze to death!"

"No, it's definitely stronger than before..."

"If an acorn grows three times, would it compare to a tree?"

"Okay."

Chungmyeong is making an honest evaluation.

The growth of the three generations now is terrifying. Growing at this rate, they have never seen a blue sky. I craved that much and ate that much, but if my skills didn't improve, he'd be even more awesome.

But… … .

'not there yet.'

Compared to the three great disciples of Hwasan in the past, there is a long way to go. And it's the same with the younger brother.

It is true that it was difficult for the last generation of the time to compare with Hwasan, but it is still a former file room. If the skills of that time are still maintained, there is no one among the current celadon vessels that can defeat Jongnam's third disciple.

'Are you sure it's one of these guys?'

As for Jo Girl, if she meets her opponent well, she has a chance to win. Yoonjong needs to get to know each other better.

Only two of the three great disciples. If you compare them as a whole, you don't even need to roll your head.

"Then how do you win?"

"It's okay to wash."

Yoonjong frowned.

“It will be at least fifteen months from now on to the Volcano Branch. How can you catch up with an opponent who can’t beat you even after several months of training?”

"So you asked."

"……Yes?"

Cheongmyung chuckled.

"Are you prepared to die?"

“……”

No, that's... … .

"Can't you hear what the hell it is?"

"What's important about that. What's important is that you are prepared."

"no……."

The moment Jo-Geul was about to say something, Yoon-Jong interrupted him and opened his mouth.

"The resolution has been made."

"execution!"

Jo-Geul raised her voice, but Yoon Jong didn't even look at her.

"I don't know what the other executioners are like, but I'm ready. And I'm sure most of the other kids are too."

"The death penalty, but what this guy does..."

"know."

Yoon Jong was even more determined.

"But that doesn't matter. If I die right away, I die, and I'll never see it again. I still see those bastards laughing at my breasts in my dreams."

“…that’s right.”

The two have already had experience of representing the Hwajong branch two years ago. And I experienced a defeat that was not enough to say that it was tragic.

How can I put that feeling of shame into words?

"If only I could return that humiliation, I would risk death. It's not uninhabited to live with it. I'd rather turn around and go down the mountain, and I'll never see it again."

Jo Girl nodded her head.

Hearing Yoon Jong's words, the humiliation of that time comes back to life. It's something I really don't want to experience again.

"Hmm, yes. Then I'll let you win, the death penalty."

"Believe."

"great."

Cheongmyung chuckled.

However, Jo-Geul, who was uneasy, asked something she shouldn't have asked.

"By the way, Cheongmyung-ah."

"Yes."

"Can't you tell me how to do it now?"

"Oh, it's nothing. I'm just going to change the way I practice."

"how?"

Qingming replied indifferently.

"Practical test."

"Yes?"

"Once you've built it, you should use it now. I'll teach you how to use that forged body."

“……”

Jo-Gal's eyes twinkle slightly.

“Uh… how to use it?”

Cheongmyung shrugs his shoulders.

"You know it. Basically, all martial arts are learned by rolling with your body. Get ready. We'll start right away from tonight."

“……”

They were two people who had an intuition that something was going wrong.

* * *

Late night.

The three great disciples were gathering in the dance hall.

“No, do we really have to gather at night like this?”

Jogeul pouted her mouth and grumbled.

Now, there are no adults who do not know that the three great disciples do their own training at dawn.

At first, some people expressed concern about the practice, and there were those who were skeptical about the training method.

Ungum, the master of Baekmae-gwan, recognized the effect and prevented meddling.

So now, I could practice on a bright day, but it was the Cheongmyeong who dared to stick to the practice only at dawn like this.

"But what are you trying to do, the death penalty?"

"Nandel?"

Yoonjong shrugged.

Everyone is complaining that they practice at dawn like this, but not a single person is arranging with me.

Now everyone knows. That the practice of Qingming is radical, but effective.

He swore that he would make him stronger, so it will definitely be the case this time as well.

"Is everyone out?"

At that moment, Cheong-myeong approaches the dance hall.

The three great disciples looked at him with a mixture of excitement and fear.

I'm sure I'll do some crazy stuff this time too, but if I can stand it, it'll definitely pay off.

Now, they were all three great disciples who came to trust Cheongmyeong with a subtle feeling.

"Cheongmyeong-ah. But this time, the training I'm going to do..."

It was then.

rumbling.

Cheongmyeong pulls out the sword from his waist.

“……”

true sword?

… … uh?

Does that look like a sword?

The sword drawn by Qingming shines bright blue in the moonlight.

Even if an ordinary person is holding a true sword, I am subtly frightened, but it feels like my heart is sinking when a crazy person is doing that on the moonlit night.

"Oh, water lily?"

Qingming asked calmly. And slowly approaching them with a true sword.

"It's nothing. It's just..."

The corners of the lips rise one by one.

"You can die once. It's okay, right?"

… … what. that crazy guy

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