Return of Mount Hua Sect

I think the volcano has changed something. (1)

Gwaeaeaeek!

The sword was retrieved with moderation.

A drop of sweat runs down his forehead.

'It's a good sword.'

Clearly, this seven-headed sword had something different from the swords they had learned in the volcano until now. Although it cannot be said to be a festival under the heavens, dizziness is oozing out of the sword.

It would take a lot of time to skillfully spread this sword, but what I learned so far was enough to confirm that the Seven Falcon Sword was one dimension above other volcanic swords.

'If this sword can be properly passed on, the volcano will become stronger.'

The present generation will be strong, but the future generations will become even stronger.

Just thinking about it, Unsword couldn't contain the smile that kept blooming.

"Hmmmm."

Unsword quickly rubbed the corner of his mouth with his hand.

"This is very difficult."

Still, as a teacher, you have to be strict with your students, but these days, you can't help but laugh.

How could it not be?

The hardships experienced by the three great disciples at the volcano cannot be called hardships. Was the suffering suffered by the great disciples from the time they entered the country to the present?

They devoted all their youth to the volcano. With the collapsing monarch on his shoulders, he overcame hardships and went through the pain. After a long period of darkness, the light was only beginning to appear.

'It can't be called Gwangmyeong yet.'

It's only just starting to see the light. Unsword was also well aware that there was still a long way to go.

Even so, he couldn't put a smile on his face, thanks to the three great disciples who started to grow strangely and rapidly in recent years.

The squires and the executioners seem to find supreme joy at the fact that the volcano's finances have improved and the old shamanism has been restored, but the luck sword is different.

For him, the head of the Baekmaegwan, the growth of his disciples was the most important thing, and it was the greatest pleasure.

'They are different from us.'

The current great disciples also tried their best, but unfortunately the circumstances of the volcano did not create an environment where they could devote themselves to study. And, to be honest, they too were not very passionate about muhak.

However, the three great disciples of today are more passionately devoted to their training than any other disciples of Hwasan.

"Hmm."

Ungum, who made a pleasant snort, wore the sword around his waist and left the dance hall with light steps. Now is the time to train the children.

His mind was full of pleasant thoughts.

If the environment of the volcano, which is no longer destitute, the new martial arts, and the passion of the three great disciples were combined, there was a possibility that the volcano would resurrect in a splendid way.

And the protagonists will be the three great disciples.

"I'll have to work harder to do that!"

How can you be called a teacher if you cannot lead the students who are working hard?

The Unsword, who turned the corner and entered the dance hall, shouted with a bright face in his face.

“Come on, work hard today…. What is this, crazy!”

Unsword was frightened and stepped back.

In front of his eyes, there was literally a dreadful cry.

"Uhhhhh... arm... my arm!"

"Huh, my back... my back is broken... my back!"

"Sa, save me. Save me..."

Unknowingly, Unsword rubbed his eyes.

What kind of hell is this in a gymnasium full of dreams and hopes that must be set on fire with passion for the future?

All the three great disciples were lying on the floor moaning while holding their wooden swords. His convulsive shoulders and saliva dripping from his mouth make us guess what happened.

"What the hell is this..."

At that moment, there was a sound still alive in Unsword's ear.

"Woohoo!"

The head of the fortune-teller turns in a stroke. The figure of Jo-Gul taking off her top and slashing with a wooden sword caught my eye.

"Joe, Jo-girl..."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

Sweat pours down like rain from his body. Each time the sword was struck, sweat scattered in all directions, and hot breath spurted out of his mouth.

Blood-drenched eyes and trembling shoulders tell how hard it is for him right now. Even Unsword, who saw it for a moment, felt his shoulders ache and his legs tremble.

"Come on, one more."

The sword's gaze shifted slightly to the side.

'What else is that?'

Next to Jo-Gul, Cheong-Myeong is slowly holding her sword. Unlike Jo Girl, who sweats like rain from her side, Cheongmyeong looks refreshing.

His clothes were neatly refined, and his combed hair was not disturbed. He was wielding his sword with a relaxed face, unlike the executioners who looked like they were about to die.

"Isn't it the end of just swinging it? Even if you swing it once, think of it as loading the sword by squeezing out all your strength from your toes to your head! One more time!"

In the head of the unsword, the sound of a cart wheel squeaking and rolling resounded. I feel like my head is pounding because I don't understand the situation.

What's the situation with that?

Wasn't Cheongmyeong the youngest among the three great disciples? But why is Qingming teaching Jo-Geol?

In the meantime, it was more of a problem that everything he said was correct.

"Come on, just one..."

"Aaaaaah!"

In the end, the jogger, who could not stand it, fell to the floor and squirmed. Seeing that scene, Cheongmyung clicked his tongue.

"It's because people are so weak."

Qingming let out a deep sigh.

"I'm just overusing my body. I also do cows. Use my head, my head! I mean, think about how to swing it so that you can put all the power into the sword and swing it!"

How are you?

The sword's eyes trembled.

Unbeknownst to the other executioners, Ungeom knew to some extent that Qingming was holding his three-generation disciples. It's incomprehensible, but isn't it that there are often talented people who transcend their age in the world?

However, what Chong-myung is talking about now is not simply a matter of having great talent and ability.

'Does this mean that he has a high understanding of Muhak?'

The more you look at it, the more interesting it is.

Unsword, who suddenly woke up from his thoughts, shook his head.

Now is not the time for this.

"What are these things!"

When the Unsword made a sound, Qingming shook his head.

"Aigoo Gwanju-sama!"

And then he runs to the fortune-teller.

"How were you last night?"

Seeing the scene, the Three Great Disciples fluttered their teeth.

'That detestable bastard!'

'If he had entered the Imperial Palace, he would have left a long way in history!'

'It's like a human horse whose needle will bend if it is stabbed with a needle!'

The guy who usually lived with a wall of courtesy is so respectful only to the fortune-teller, so is there any way he won't be upset?

In particular, Jo Geol and Yoon Jong, who can be said to be the biggest victims, were looking at Cheongmyeong with their freehand faces.

"What happened to this?"

“I was practicing.”

"Water lily? Is this?"

No, training would be training. Because I saw the jogger wielding the sword with my own two eyes. But the result is... … .

"Turn it off."

“Oh, my lord…”

“You… it’s very difficult. I feel like I’m going to die…”

The three great disciples look at their master like a puppy in the rain. Ungummed by that gaze, Ungum raised his voice without realizing it.

"Meditation is a part of the process of training the body and raising the state. Don't you know that too much is rather poisonous? And you..."

“I know, Master.”

"Yes?"

Ungum's eyes narrowed slightly at the voice of Cheong-myeong who had cut his own words. Doesn't it seem like he cut off his words that would lead to a proper answer?

"But this training was not started by me. The death penalty will never be disgraced by the Hwajong branch this time..."

"...Tue, Hwajong Branch?"

Yes. The Hwajong branch was not far away. That's right though... … .

"The executioners are so upset with the disgrace of the last Hwajong branch..."

split up?

Ungum slowly turned his head to look at his three generations of disciples.

Behind the blue sky, the children desperately wave their hands. Looking at it, it was a fortune sword rising from within.

"You don't see those kids that much, do you?"

"Ah. Is that possible? Sasukjo-sama! How can you be proud of being a disciple of the great volcano if you are beaten by the bastard's miscellaneous things!

uh?

Is that correct again?

"You can lose once. But isn't it impossible to lose twice? A disciple of the Great Volcano Squad loses to a descendant."

"……Yes."

Confusion began to settle in the fortune-teller's mind.

There are only two things he values ​​most in the world. One is pride in the volcano, and the other is to properly raise his disciples.

Now the two problems start to fight, pointing each other at each other in my head.

Chongmyeong, who read the unsword's eyes, slowly approached him and whispered lowly.

"Think about it. Gwanju-sama. The best way to raise the honor of the volcano is for the death penalty to become stronger and break their noses, isn't it?"

"Yeah..."

"Then the elders will also appreciate Sasukjo's hard work."

'He's like this crook.'

It wasn't a fortune-telling sword that didn't know that Qingming was gently flirting with him. But the words in his ears are so sweet. He praises the hard work and doesn't care what he's doing, but the fact that he wins the bastard... … .

"Do you think it's possible?"

Unknowingly, the fortune teller asked. The word has many different meanings.

Hearing Ungeom's question, Cheongmyeong shrugged and smiled.

"That's the blue name."

“……”

Ungeom looked at Cheongmyeong quietly and coughed in vain.

Looking back, it was Chungmyeong that changed these children. Haven't the children, who were immersed in inertia, changed in just a few months after meeting Cheong-myeong?

Perhaps this process is more necessary than learning one more sword now. No matter how lucky you are, it's impossible to teach them from now on and make them overcome the younger brothers' disciples.

'One more time... … .'

Unsword looked around at everyone and opened his mouth.

"Listen, disciples."

"Yes! Gwanju-sama!"

The three great disciples paid attention to the unsword with pathetic eyes. Truly the last hope... … .

"There is no place for me to be proud of you showing such enthusiasm. Normally, it is my responsibility to train you, but it would not be right to prevent you from practicing voluntarily."

… … collapsing?

uh? Is your hope shattered?

"Until the Hwajong branch is held, the training will be left to the autonomy. In the meantime, you don't have to go to the gymnasium. But you have to be careful not to get hurt."

Governor?

… … Isn't this Yes? Governor?

"Hmmmm. Then continue."

The luck sword turns around.

Some of the three great disciples unwittingly stretched out their hands in front of them and, seeing the eyes of Cheong Myung, slowly folded them down.

Eventually, when Unsword completely moved away from the training ground, Qingming turned his body and twisted his head.

“There is a person who said it was difficult to the Gwanju-sama earlier.”

“……”

"Quickly."

“……”

The eyes of the three great disciples were dyed with despair as they watched Cheongmyeong pull out the wooden sword that was wrapped around their waist.

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