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Taejonbirok Volume 20, Episode 1
Chapter 108: The Lazy Man, Falling Into the Dungeon (1)
“That, that expression.”
“Why are you harassing me as soon as you see me?”
"Then what if I see you and harass you? Were you hoping for praise?"
“…….”
Wi Yeon-ho was at a loss for words as he looked at his master speaking confidently.
'Come to think of it… … .'
It seemed like he had never heard a single compliment.
Wasn't the most positive thing I heard from my master 'now I'm a little better than a grasshopper'?
Wi Yeon-ho realized once again that this gentleman was no ordinary person.
“This time, it would be okay to praise me.”
"what?"
“I got a clue! You must have seen it, right?”
"that is?"
A sneer appears on the master's face.
Wi Yeon-ho gritted his teeth.
'I feel even worse when you laugh at me with that face.'
He was his teacher, but he was truly handsome. It was a truly novel experience to find such good looks in such an old man.
“It was okay in its own way.”
"that is?"
“…….”
I'm so annoyed.
"No! If someone does something well, shouldn't they be praised? If you keep nagging them like that, they'll lose confidence and procrastinate!"
“This is crazy.”
Wei Yanhu became sullen at his master's concise comment.
“This is really too much.”
"Haven't I always said that hard work isn't something to brag about? What good is the process in this world? Even if you present the results and ask for praise, you'll still be struggling!"
“But that was okay.”
"that is?"
“……Please, don’t kill people with the same words.”
“Pathetic guy.”
“I should stop talking.”
When Wi Yeon-ho stuck out his mouth, Baek Mu-han clicked his tongue.
"Where's that for bragging rights? If you had used the same martial arts skills against that bastard, that mad spirit demon or whatever, would you have been able to win?"
“……I think it might be worth a try?”
“Do you think the mad spirit demon showed everything to you?”
“Ugh.”
Wi Yeon-ho whetted his appetite.
It's clear that he's become more competitive than before. Wei Yanhu has definitely become stronger than before. However, he hasn't seen all of the Gwanghon Demon Emperor's potential.
In the end, the outcome is unknown.
“But it got better.”
"Even if a caterpillar lives by eating only grass, it will grow. But if a person stays in the same place, is that a person? Is that a person?"
“Eeeeek!”
Wi Yeon-ho shouted.
"You taught me wrong from the start! You said there wouldn't be many people who could stand up to me in the martial world! And how many people are there? I'm about to get slapped and killed by a passing woman!"
“Did I know that the Demonic Cult would develop so much!”
“You said you knew everything!”
Kuung!
Wi Yeon-ho clutched his head and rolled on the floor, struck by the intense impact that landed on his head. It was a pain he felt every time, but today it was even more intense.
“You’re so emotional!”
“Shut up! You punk!”
The master shouted loudly.
“It’s not like you’re kidding around, you’re swinging your sword around like that and you’re acting like you’re doing something good!”
"If it were that easy, why would I be doing this? I've already had a fight with my master."
“Okay, well said. Take up your sword.”
"omg……."
Only then did Wei Yanhu realize what he had said.
“No, that’s not it.”
"Hey, you've been wandering around Gangho for a while now, and you've become quite talkative. Let's have a sparring match after a while."
“……Are you serious?”
“Then, at this age, would I still be joking with you?”
“You did it often, didn’t you?”
"Shut up, you punk! I'm going to attack now, whether you're holding your sword or not. Block or get hit!"
“This is really too much.”
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Wi Yeon-ho pulled out the sword at his waist.
'Here is my sword.'
His sword, which had no intention of returning, hung on his waist as if it were a dream. Feeling the sensation of a loved one for the first time in a while brought peace to his mind.
But that stability could not last long.
chin.
Just the thought of Master laying his hand on the sword sent my heart racing. Just one movement, and I felt an indescribable pressure.
It's not momentum.
The master literally merely placed his hand on the sword. The force oppressing Wei Yanhu was a pressure he himself created.
"eww……."
I can't even breathe properly.
Now I know.
The person who always acted mean, sometimes looked at him gently, scolded him, hit him, and stroked him… … .
To him, it is simply a matter of how great a martial artist the person he calls 'Master' is.
The end of strength.
The ultimate strength that no one could dare to see with their own eyes was now before Wei Yanhu.
'This is really gross.'
An ordinary unmanned person would be ecstatic the moment they saw the extreme of the unmanned. But Wi Yeon-ho saw something entirely different.
That is despair and frustration.
How would one feel gazing at the endless peaks rising through the clouds?
You will be overwhelmed by its grandeur.
Some may feel the grandeur of nature, while others may be captivated by the scenery itself.
But how would it feel for someone who has to climb that peak themselves?
You can't help but feel depressed and frustrated.
That was exactly how Wei Yanho felt right now.
In the past, even feeling his master's power firsthand had brought him no particular inspiration. It was a tree he couldn't even dream of climbing. But now, as he realized he had to aim for the master's realm, whether voluntarily or involuntarily, a terrible despair overtook him.
'You're going to catch up with this?'
I can't help but laugh.
purple.
There is a pole of nothingness there.
Although it had a human form, it was a being that could not be called human.
It is a sword in itself.
Here was the incarnation of the sword, whose blood, flesh, and even soul were made of swords.
Wi Yeon-ho felt sorry that only he could see this sight.
'Other people should have seen this too.'
What would happen to the nobles who claim to be good at swordsmanship if they saw their master swinging a sword?
The sword master will break the sword, and the sword master will give up the sword.
How can one continue to hold the sword when one sees with one's own eyes the perfect realm that one cannot even reach the end of no matter how high one climbs?
Wi Yeon-ho chuckled.
'This is why I'm hated.'
I could sense the depth of despair the warriors living in my Master's time must have felt. My Master was like a mirage. He existed in the same world, yet he was an illusion, living in a different one. If you keep running toward that mirage, you'll eventually realize that it's an illusion you can never reach.
The warriors chasing their master must have felt that despair.
How did the warriors, who had to live while seeing and feeling the great realm that they could not even reach with their toes no matter what they did, overcome such despair?
Even Wei Yanhu has a hard time escaping from this deep despair.
Whether he knew Wei Yanho's feelings or not, the master's sword began to move slowly.
“What do you think the sword is?”
I felt my mind snap back to normal when I heard the majestic voice of my master.
Wei Yanhu gritted his teeth so as not to miss a single expression, gesture, or breath from his master.
Don't miss it.
No matter how lofty and despairing the peak, the fact remains that he is the world's greatest guide. To be able to witness and follow his path to a realm that few can imagine is a privilege unrivaled by anyone in this age.
Swoosh.
It moves.
The master's sword moved slowly, very slowly.
Wei Yanhu couldn't take his eyes off the sight.
I stared at it as if possessed.
The world is sucked into the sword.
“Do you put your true intentions into the sword?”
The master shook his head slightly.
“A sword is just a sword.”
The teacher's voice penetrated his ears.
"A four-foot-long piece of iron. That's all there is to it. A little sharp, a little dull… It's just a piece of iron. But what meaning could be contained in such a sword? What meaning could it hold?"
From bottom to top.
From top to bottom.
The master's sword was moving as if dancing.
The movement that started from the tip of the sword, to the fingertips, to the master's body, and then… … .
Even the teacher's soul seemed to be dancing.
"It's not the sword that must contain the truth. It's you. It's you who moves the sword, and it's you who moves you. If you don't have confidence in yourself, how can the sword's tip be filled with confidence?"
The wind is blowing.
The clouds are pushing away.
Even the world was dancing to the Master's sword.
Just a sword.
A sword strike that doesn't even have internal energy shakes the world, harmonizes the world, and becomes one with the world.
I come to know it again.
What he lost.
Who he spent time with.
Wouldn't it have been better for this great warrior to live in the world for even a single moment, rather than for him to live?
Looking back… … .
His teacher was always a warm person to him.
Resting in that warmth, he failed to see the greatness of his teacher.
Even after eons, he could never recreate this distant, unfathomable realm. What could he do with this joy that trembles with emotion just by looking at it?
“What is a sword?”
The teacher's voice was stern.
"A sword is just a sword. But sometimes, a sword can become you. You don't become the sword. The sword becomes you."
The sword moves.
Slowly, more slowly.
It is the master's sword.
It is the sword of the Emperor.
and…….
Yeah, it was just a sword.
A sword is just a sword.
What does the sword mean?
Even though they are the same sword, the sword he wields and the sword his master wields cannot be the same sword. What matters is not the sword, but the person wielding it.
Not a sword, but a human.
Yes, it was human.
The master's sword was truly strange.
Even though I had seen the sword thousands, tens of thousands of times, I saw something new every time I looked at it.
The great sea.
It was a sword like a vast ocean that no human could conquer.
The tip of the sword draws the sea.
The tip of the sword draws the sky.
It had everything in it.
And everywhere was the Master's sword.
Wi Yeon-ho's eyes, which were chasing the tip of the sword, became clouded.
"ah……."
Unbearable groans.
The joy of being a prosecutor.
And the sadness of being a widow.
Those two emotions were mixed in a complex way and were shaking him.
The master's sword, which split the sky, split the sea, and brought about the wind, is slowly lowered.
What should I call that sword?
When Wei Yanhu sought to contain so much within his sword, his master's sword itself became the world. Where and how could he begin, even to trace its footsteps?
I just feel it.
The greatness of the teacher.
and…….
“Wei Yan Ho.”
The master called him quietly.
“Yes, Master.”
“Are you afraid?”
Wi Yeon-ho bit his lip tightly.
His master knows everything about him. It's only natural. The master before his eyes is another version of himself.
Wi Yeon-ho raised his head.
Then he looked at his master and said.
“No, not anymore.”
The master smiled gently.
“Okay, that’s fine.”
Swoosh.
“Take up your sword.”
"yes."
Wi Yeon-ho faced his master with his sword in hand.