Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Chapter 382

#382

Taejonbirok Volume 16, Episode 7

Chapter 89: The Lazy Man Makes a Promise (2)

'Maybe that's just a swing?'

There is a training method in the world called blunt sword.

It is a training method that moves one swing or one attack hundreds or thousands of times slower.

When the stability of speed is lost, numerous problems that were not visible in the fast sword appear.

It was a training method where you eliminated those problems one by one and were able to swing the sword slowly and perfectly, then increased the speed again.

It was not a popular training method because it was extremely inefficient and required too much effort, but it was a training method that had to be passed at least once in order to reach a higher level.

Peng Do-geuk thought that the training method was a type of blunt sword.

At that moment, a thought flashed through Peng Do-geuk's mind.

A dull sword is a sword that is usually deployed slowly.

Then what is this black magic that Wei Yanhu is unfolding now?

That sword, which moves constantly and changes its form dozens of times in a single moment, can be unleashed with a single stroke?

'That's ridiculous.'

I've never heard or seen anything like that.

Even a sword that unfolds so slowly cannot be followed for even a single moment, so what would happen if it unfolded at normal speed?

"What are you doing?"

“Uh, uhm…….”

Peng Do-geuk turned around at the sound of Jang Il's voice calling him.

'No, I guess not.'

Even if he were Wei Yanho, it would be impossible. No, not Wei Yanho, but anyone would have found it impossible.

'But what if it were possible?'

Then the world will probably be shaken.

Peng Do-geuk looked back at Wei Yan-ho several times with eyes filled with distrust and anticipation.

“……That crazy guy is really.”

A weak voice leaked out from Jang Il's mouth as he came out at dawn.

He never in his life thought he'd see Wei Yanhu outside at this hour. The sun hadn't even risen yet. The Wei Yanhu he knew would be lying on his stomach, sleeping as if it were a given.

But Wi Yeon-ho is currently in the training ground.

That lazy bastard came out to the training ground earlier than that… … .

‘No, did that guy… … even come in?’

I couldn't figure it out.

Yesterday, he was sparring with Musan when he went into his room and lay down, almost fainting.

When was that time?

Jang Il stopped thinking.

It was equally surprising whether Wei Yanhu had slept and come out at dawn or had stayed up and continued to practice.

I knew he was the type of guy who would do it when he did it… … .

'It must have been that shocking.'

It's understandable.

How shocking would it be to see your brother being dragged into the Demonic Cult to save yourself right before your eyes?

'Damn it, you're not the only one shocked.'

Jang-il nervously took out his baton.

The figures of Musan and Pengdo-geuk, stretching out, entered his field of vision.

Wi Jeong-han quietly watched the children who were spurring on their training.

'It will grow.'

Growth isn't achieved through consistent effort alone. To truly achieve growth, you must face obstacles and acknowledge your limitations.

And when you set a goal to overcome that wall and dedicate yourself to it, you can shed a layer of your own.

Wi Jeong-han, who was looking around at everyone, fixed his gaze on Wi Yeon-ho.

Wi Jeong-han looked at Wi Yeon-ho with sunken eyes.

In my entire life, I've never seen Wei Yanhu cultivate like that. It must have been a great shock to see that lazy bastard cultivate like that.

It would be a welcome development to see his son diligently practicing. However, Wi Jeong-han, knowing that the reasons for his practice were by no means good, couldn't entirely welcome Wei Yan-ho's transformation.

'Nothing I have to go through from now on will ever be as bad as this one.'

That's what troubled times are like, that's what war is like.

As they endured the war, they would lose even more. Though they had gone to great lengths to prevent future generations from experiencing the same fate, the thought that they, too, would ultimately have to endure that same horror filled Wijeonghan with sorrow.

'No, it would be different.'

These people now have ancestors who have experienced war, but who did not have the political power of that time.

'We should do it.'

At the very least, it might spare them the trials and tribulations they endured in the past, even if it doesn't provide a strong shield.

dripping.

Wi Jeong-han turned his head at the sound of a knock on the door.

“Come in.”

I could already tell by the sound that someone was at the door.

"senior."

The official who opened the door and came in looked at Wi Jeong-han with a stern face.

“What’s going on?”

“A message came from the Political Alliance.”

“I see…….”

Wi Jeong-han sighed softly.

From the moment Wi San-ho was captured, it was already assumed he would be held accountable. What he did was inexcusable.

I don't know if there are people who can understand him on a human level, but the Jeongmu Alliance was not a humane organization.

'I'm just worried about the people who will be left behind.'

When he heard that Sanho had been taken to the Demonic Cult, he was worried about Han Sang-ah, who was lying sick there, and also worried about Wi Yeon-ho, who couldn't find his way home.

And more than anything, he was worried whether Wei Yanhu would meekly accept the pressure the Jeongmu Alliance was trying to suppress. Normally, Wei Yanhu would find a way to resolve things amicably, but now he was a ferocious beast, his fur bristling with venom.

How should I solve this problem?

“I’m sorry to you.”

"yes?"

“I’m so glad I was given this role.”

“What are you talking about?”

Wi Jeong-han frowned slightly at the reaction of the officials who said they didn't know English.

'You're saying this wasn't a call to come and arrest me?'

then?

“What did it say?”

“It seems that Baekgeomseong did something.”

“Baekgeomseong?”

Wi Jeong-han opened his eyes wide.

Why is Baekgeomseong coming out here?

No, no.

Baekgeomseong was already in the thick of things. There were even indications that they were colluding with the Demonic Cult. The lack of solid evidence simply kept them from touching the issue.

Since the Demonic Cult had started, there was nothing strange about their movements.

"so?"

“No details were given. They simply told us to return immediately with the children.”

“……I see.”

I don't know if he meant to just ask and move on right now, or if he meant to forcefully drag me along… … but for now, it seemed like I had to follow orders.

“What would you like to do?”

“What does it mean?”

“Would you like to return to the Political Alliance?”

“……Then? Are there any other options I can choose?”

“No. Rather than that….”

Gong Mu-jin said with a slightly hardened face.

"Given the nature of your seniors and your age, I was worried they might invade the Demonic Cult at any moment. I was so worried about how to stop them."

"Who do you think this guy is fooling? We're not that stupid."

No, maybe I was just stupid.

If Weishanho hadn't been associated with the Demonic Cult, Wei Yanho and Wei Jeonghan might have been chasing the Gwanghyeol Demon Emperor and Weishanho by now. They wouldn't have even considered the difference in strength. They would have been galloping through the official road, hoping that if they could somehow catch up, they could save him.

The taste was bitter.

'It seems the kids kept the secret.'

From the perspective of the public servants, who were unaware of the relationship between the Weichan Mountain and the Demonic Cult, this was the only way to think. And it was natural, I suppose.

In other words, Wei San-ho's birth was preventing Wei Yan-ho and Wei Jeong-han from acting as usual. Even if they felt Wei San-ho was family, whether Wei San-ho would truly consider them family after learning the whole truth was a separate matter.

trust.

The problem was that the faith was not complete because of one end of doubt.

“I guess I should go.”

Wi Jeong-han stood up from his seat with a bitter expression on his face.

“Yeah… shouldn’t I go?”

His voice rang out hollowly.

Wi Jeong-han slowly headed towards the training ground.

'What should I say?'

My brother was being taken to the Demonic Cult, and since the order had come down from the Alliance, he had to tell Wi Yeon-ho to return to the Alliance, which was making Wi Jeong-han feel suffocated.

Even so, it is not something that can be easily accepted.

Moreover, if the target is Wei Yanho, what good is talking about?

'Whew… … .'

Wi Jeong-han slowly walked towards Wi Yeon-ho.

Those who discovered that Wi Jeong-han had appeared in the training ground stopped their hands and looked at Wi Jeong-han.

It's strange.

It felt like the heat that had been boiling in the training ground was cooling down.

Wi Jeong-han felt a strange sensation and slowly walked towards Wi Yeon-ho.

Slow sword.

A sword so slow that it seems to have stopped.

Even the wise man couldn't figure out what Wei Yanho was doing. He could only guess that he was somewhere beyond his reach.

Even so… … .

Can you handle it?

them?

Wi Jeong-han's face became increasingly hardened.

A truth we must acknowledge, even if we don't want to. Wei Yanhu will now be at the center of the coming war. Until now, he had thought he had no reason to be at the forefront of war simply because he was strong. But now, he has a reason.

I wonder if this guy can handle that heavy burden.

Still immature and anxious.

It's not because they're children.

It wasn't because he was my child that I felt uneasy. Wi Yeon-ho possessed far more skill than his age and experience suggest. So, it was inevitable that I felt uneasy.

At least ten years.

Even if something like this had happened just ten years later, Wei Zhenghan would have told Wei Yanhu to step forward for the world without any worries.

but…….

Isn't the current Wei Yanhu too young?

Even if Wei Yanho had the ability to handle it, it would still be a daunting burden. Just because he's strong doesn't mean he's strong-willed.

"that……."

Wi Jeong-han looked at Wi Yeon-ho quietly and then opened his mouth.

“Yeonho.”

There was no answer.

I can't answer that.

But I will be listening.

“I have to go now. The political alliance is calling.”

That was the moment.

A subtle change occurred at the tip of Wei Yanhu's sword, which had been moving so slowly.

vestige.

The speed of Wei Yanhu's sword was so subtle that it was almost imperceptible. Then it got even faster.

In the time it took to catch his breath, Wei Yanhu's sword sped up and sped up again.

Wi Jeong-han thought he was being sucked into the tip of the sword.

I can't take my eyes off it.

All his nerves were focused on the tip of Wei Yanhu's sword.

'What the heck is this?'

The tip of Wei Yanhu's sword, which had been moving slowly, too slowly, gradually became faster and faster, and at one point, it began to move at the speed of a normal sword swing.

It's nothing.

There is nothing particularly strange about this.

But the results were anything but ordinary.

Wei Yanho's sword, slowly swung, reaches into the sky.

Then… … .

Wi Jeong-han's mouth slowly opened.

It's distorted.

The sky where Wei Yanho's sword touched slowly distorted, as if a giant hole had been ripped through it.

There was a sight there that humans could never create.

At the tip of Wei Yanhu's sword.