Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Chapter 575

#575

Taejonbirok Volume 23, Episode 25

Chapter 127: The Lazy Man Advances (5)

Humans need rest.

This was a fact that needed no proof. Even the most robust person would soon fall apart if they didn't rest and recharge.

People who are trying to achieve a great goal sometimes overlook this fact in their haste.

But this could be considered a huge mistake.

In desperation, you might even try to reduce your sleep, but that's ineffective. A body depleted from sleep and rest can't perform at even half its normal capacity.

What is truly unfortunate is that this kind of effort-first mentality is rampant in the world of martial arts.

Most martial artists grow up hearing that they have to sleep less than two hours a day, eat only barley, and work hard to become the envy of others.

This is an anecdote that serves as a warning to students and children who do not put in effort, so many teachers and parents say this and emphasize the importance of effort.

Those who grew up hearing that advice attribute their lack of improvement to a lack of effort. So, they cut back on sleep and even mealtimes, working harder and harder.

Those who cannot make that kind of effort think they lack grit and give up on becoming stronger, while those who can make that kind of effort again find the reason for their lack of improvement in skill in the effort and increase the intensity of their training.

The world is rife with the idea that hard work is everything. But this is a very strange thing.

Rationally, if you're not getting the results you want, you should consider all the reasons and find a solution. However, in martial arts, every reason boils down to a lack of effort.

Those who are forced to wake up before their overworked bodies have even had a chance to recover, their swollen, swollen eyes barely open, swing their swords from dawn. What efficiency can there be in such training?

'That's stupid.'

The person who proves how stupid this is is Baek Mu-han.

Baek Mu-han had to train Wei Yan-ho into a top-tier master within a limited timeframe of five years. Frankly, he had to be wary of Wei Yan-ho's sleep. However, while Baek Mu-han controlled Wei Yan-ho's sleep, he didn't drastically reduce it.

It was rare for me to recover through exercise and then re-enter the training. If I was exhausted to the point of death, I would always rest to restore my body.

"Fatigue isn't limited to the physical. Mental fatigue is a much bigger problem. Physical fatigue might be alleviated through exercise, but mental fatigue can only be resolved through sleep."

That's all there is to it, Baek Mu-han's emphasis on rest. It wasn't worth discussing further.

So the conclusion is… … .

'I'm not playing right now.'

Wi Yeon-ho felt comforted by the blanket covering his stomach.

How long has it been since I've been able to lie down on such a comfortable bed?

Everyone is different.

What may be the right answer for one person may be the worst possible answer for another.

In that sense, Wei Yanhu was quite different from most people. To maintain peak health, he needed five times as much rest as others.

"Master told me to rest, didn't he? I'm not playing around right now. This is just a step backwards to advance forward."

Is this an excuse?

no.

Wei Yanho, who had confirmed that there was not a single doubt in his mind, hugged the pillow with a relaxed expression.

'You have to rest when you have to rest.'

If I think about it, I haven't been like myself at all.

He slept on the road, running without a moment's rest, even after finally arriving in Central Plains, and ran all the way to Luoyang. It's remarkable that Wei Yanhu endured such a forced march, a feat even arduous for ordinary men.

If the situation hadn't been so dire, I would have just laid down on the street and made a scene.

'So, this amount of rest is natural.'

Although the Central Plains' problems haven't been completely resolved, and they're still incredibly pressing… … As the saying goes, the more urgent the situation, the more you should turn back. Therefore, Wei Yanhu's current rest was justified.

Of course, but… … .

'That's strange.'

Something feels a little uneasy.

Wi Yeon-ho opened his eyes slightly and looked at the situation.

'There's no reason to be anxious.'

The environment is perfect. Wei Yanho's favorite thick blanket and fluffy bed. Fearing he might get too hot while sleeping, the window is slightly open. The cool breeze permeating the room feels refreshing.

The sunlight wasn't too intense, so it was just the right level to enjoy the water.

So you're saying there's no problem environmentally?

'Why are you anxious?'

Could it be that there is some anxiety in Wei Yanho's heart about enjoying this kind of rest?

Wei Yanhu closed his eyes and looked inside himself.

As his martial arts skills soared, Wei Yanhu gained complete insight into his inner self. Yet, no matter how much he peered into his inner self, he found no trace of compunction about rest.

Wei Yanho wasn't that kind of person to begin with. Wei Yanho knew it himself.

'Then what's the problem?'

Wi Yeon-ho, who had been wondering, reached out, grabbed the blanket, and pulled it tight.

'I don't know. I need to sleep a little more and think about it.'

The time it takes from the moment you decide to do something to the moment you fall asleep is a good measure of a good lazy person. Of course, Wei Yanhu was a world-class lazy person, and he fell asleep in an instant.

The blowing wind was tickling Wei Yanhu's hair.

* * *

'hmm.'

Wi Yeon-ho looked around as if it was natural.

A pure white space.

This world, which appears when Wei Yanho falls asleep, is now all too familiar. Ever since he emerged from the cave, there hasn't been a day he hasn't been here. It's only natural. Sleep naturally leads him here, and there's never a day he doesn't sleep.

Wi Yeon-ho's head turned to one place.

A man was sitting in a seated position. Wi Yeon-ho silently watched his back, his figure filling his eyes.

big.

It's so huge.

What you see isn't what you get. What you feel is what you get.

Even though he wasn't really saying anything, Baek Mu-han's back always felt this big.

Me, etc.

How much comfort I have found in those things.

I didn't realize when my teacher was always there. I just thought he was a mean old man who only bothered me. But it wasn't until he disappeared that I realized.

solace.

What Wei Yanhu received from his teacher was not martial arts.

The comfort I didn't receive from my father, my older brother, my mother, or even Su-ryeon.

A person who accepts, understands, and scolds him no matter what he does.

Someone you can rely on.

The Master's name was another word for comfort to him.

Only when his master was no longer by his side did Wei Yanhu realize the true meaning of a shadow.

So I end up looking at it like this sometimes.

As if possessed.

That back view that I will never see again in reality.

'uh?'

At that moment, Wei Yanhu shouted.

The teacher's back blurred, as if he were about to disappear.

Wi Yeon-ho stretched out his hand urgently.

His body moves as if cutting through light and grabs his master's shoulder.

The teacher turns his head slightly and looks at Wi Yeon-ho.

That expression… … .

It's so hazy… … .

Taak!

“Kweeeeek!”

Wi Yeon-ho fell down, clutching his head.

No matter how many times he was hit, this pain never seemed to get used to him. Wi Yeon-ho rolled on the floor, the pain piercing through his bones and shaking his brain.

“Ahhhhh! Aahhhhh!”

"What a joke! Can't you get up right now, you punk! How dare you put your hand on the Master's shoulder? You're going to get spanked."

Wi Yeon-ho got angry.

“I’m saying that because I’m worried, I’m worried!”

“What the heck?”

Baek Mu-han let out a mocking laugh. His handsome face made him feel twice as disgusted.

“Who cares about whom? You? Me?”

The Wei Yanhu shrank.

If you say that, I have nothing to say. Wi Yeon-ho worrying about Baek Mu-han is no different from a rat worrying about a dragon.

“It was blurry, it seemed like it would disappear.”

Baek Mu-han smiled brightly and placed his hand on Wei Yeon-ho's head as he sat there.

“Disciple.”

"yes?"

“Such dreams will never come true, so give up your vain hopes.”

“…….”

“Tsk tsk, how desperate must you have been to see all these illusions?”

“Kaaaak!”

Wi Yeon-ho, who was about to rebel, was hit again and rolled to the floor. Baek Mu-han clicked his tongue in pity as he watched Wi Yeon-ho in such a state, then opened his mouth.

“You’ve been gaining some strength lately, but your head has also gone crazy.”

"lol!"

Even in the midst of all this, Wi Yeon-ho was happy and accepted the compliment, “I feel stronger now.”

“Actually, it was a bit harsh.”

"you?"

Wi Yeon-ho suddenly got up and stuck his stomach out.

"You reduced two bishops of the Demonic Cult to death. Please praise them quickly. Even if you're my master, I can't help but praise you for this."

“…….”

Baek Mu-han sighed.

"My disciple is so proud of himself for defeating the bishop of the Demonic Cult. If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have raised a disciple like him."

Wi Yeon-ho got angry again.

"Everyone says you did well, but why are you so stingy with praise, Master? Perhaps you're not so successful that you're feeling a pang of anger?"

Even after saying those words, Wei Yanho regretted it.

Baek Mu-han's expression changed to one that looked like he was looking at an insect.

"compliment?"

"……yes."

“What did you do well that I should praise you for?”

“We captured the bishops of the Demonic Cult.”

“Why is it so great to capture the bishops of the Demonic Cult?”

“Because those gentlemen are strong.”

"count?"

“…….”

“Are you saying you’re strong?”

“No, Master. This disciple was short-sighted.”

Wi Yeon-ho completely surrendered.

Strength is relative. To an ant, a stag beetle is a monster they can't even dare to tackle alone, but to a human, it's just an insect they have to decide whether to crush with their fingers or trample with their feet.

To Baek Mu-han, the bishop of the Demonic Cult is a being of that level.

A bug that could be killed with a single push of a finger if you wanted to. How absurd that his disciple is whining and demanding praise for killing it!

'This doesn't make any sense!'

Wi Yeon-ho felt wronged. This was an injustice that could not be helped.

I understand Baek Muhan's position, but if you think about it this way, doesn't that mean you'll never be recognized by Baek Muhan again? After all, in the current martial arts world, there's no one Baek Muhan recognizes as a strong player.

“Master.”

"why?"

“I have something to ask you.”

"okay."

Wi Yeon-ho hesitated slightly.

Then Baek Mu-han, unable to control his impulsive temper, shouted.

“You said you were going to ask, so why are you keeping your mouth shut!”

“Oh, I’m just organizing things! Why are you so impatient?”

“Show me what it means to be really impatient.”

“I was wrong.”

Wi Yeon-ho smacked his lips several times and then opened his mouth as if he had made up his mind.

“Please be honest.”

"okay."

Wi Yeon-ho looked straight at Baek Mu-han and opened his mouth.

“Can I become stronger than Master?”

Baek Mu-han smiled brightly.

Then he answered firmly.

"no."

So decisively.