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Episode 1009. Becoming an Adult. (3)
Kaang!
The moment their swords clashed, Jo-Geol was thrown backwards.
“Huh!”
He quickly moved his feet to get into position, lowered his body further, and glared at Baekcheon.
“… … .”
I felt like a groan would escape if I didn’t bite my lips hard. The wrist holding the sword was constantly shaking.
On the other hand, Baekcheon showed no sign of agitation. He simply stared at Jo-geol with an indifferent face.
Feeling the pressure of a mountain, Jo Geol took a short breath without realizing it.
‘Private school.’
The disciples of the Volcano are like brothers, regardless of their divisions. This is something that is unimaginable in other sects.
And the one who creates that atmosphere is none other than Baekcheon.
Even if Cheongmyeong didn’t care about distribution, if Baekcheon had asserted his authority, no one except Cheongmyeong would have dared to oppose him.
But Baekcheon didn’t do that. He stepped down from his authority as an ambassador and joined them in a lowly position. He was like a neighborhood older brother who was fun to tease.
Even though it’s such a big deal… … .
‘At times like this, you really seem like a different person.’
Only those who have faced Baekcheon with a sword in their hands can know how great a person he is.
“It’s light.”
“……yes?”
Baekcheon looks at Jogeol with sunken eyes.
“Your sword is fast. It is no exaggeration to say that it is the fastest in the volcano.”
“… … .”
“But it’s just as light. Focusing on speed isn’t a bad thing, but losing weight while focusing on speed is definitely a problem.”
Jogeol nodded slowly.
It’s not fun to have your shortcomings pointed out, especially if they’re ones you’re fully aware of.
But Jo-geol didn’t care, because he knew that Baek-cheon’s words were completely for his own good.
He opened his mouth with a faint smile.
“Thank you for your kind words, but… … .”
And then he slightly shook the sword he had held out forward.
“Isn’t that something you should say when you can keep up with the speed of my sword?”
“Oh, really?”
Pfft!
At that moment, Baekcheon, who had rushed in, swung his sword. Jo-geol was startled and raised his sword to block his attack. The moment their swords met, Jo-geol’s body snapped backwards with a loud thud.
“Ugh… … .”
“Anyone can say it with their mouth. What’s important is making it a reality.”
Blood began to rush to Jo-geol’s face.
He couldn’t even breathe properly because he was trying to push away Baekcheon’s sword, but Baekcheon continued to speak calmly. Just looking at this, the difference between the two was clear.
but!
That’s it!
Jo-geol did not give up. He twisted his sword, instantly releasing Baek-cheon’s sword, and then instantly releasing a dozen or so sword shadows.
Kakang!
Before the sword could even extend, Baekcheon’s plum blossom sword struck the lower part of Jo Geol’s sword with force.
Jo-geol, who was thrown backwards by the wind, rolled around on the floor.
“Huh!”
Jo Geul quickly got up and gritted his teeth.
Baekcheon swung his sword lightly once and slowly resumed his stance as if it was nothing.
“Your quick sword is a weapon when you are attacking with excitement. But what will you do when you meet someone stronger than you?”
“… … .”
“If you don’t want to give up your quick sword, you have to learn how to endure.”
“f*ck, I know that much!”
“Then don’t just talk about it, show us!”
bang!
As if Baekcheon’s words were a signal flare, Jogeol kicked the ground and rushed forward. Jogeol’s sword, oozing with red energy, shot towards Baekcheon’s face. It seemed as if he was going to pierce it in one breath.
Baekcheon’s sword moved to counter his attack.
But at that moment, Jo-geol’s black sword changed direction and aimed for Baek-cheon’s thigh. It was a fierce attack.
Pfft!
Baekcheon retreated and dodged. Then, as if he had been waiting for this moment, Jo-geol began to attack Baekcheon with a series of storm-like attacks.
“… … .”
Namgung Dan, who was watching the scene from afar, glanced down at his hand. Before he knew it, his palm was covered in cold sweat.
‘Is that… really a duel between two death siblings?’
Jo Geol, who was pushing Baek Cheon, was oozing with a chilling murderous aura. In keeping with that murderous aura, every single sword he swung was a murderous aura.
A sword that clearly targets the opponent’s weak point.
Even the sword that just brushed past Baekcheon’s face was so dangerous that it was shocking to watch.
‘What if Namgung used that kind of move during the sparring?’
The entire family would probably have been turned upside down.
As far as he knows, Hwasanjeonggeom is the great disciple of Hwasan. That means that he will one day become the great disciple of Hwasan.
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If Namgung Dan had used a salcho during a duel with Namgung Do-wi, he would have been imprisoned with his entire body restrained without question. Using a salcho in a fight between two death row inmates was that dangerous.
But no one points that out here.
Even the two people sparring continue their sparring calmly as if it were something very natural.
Phaaaat!
Red blood spurted out from Jo-geol’s body.
“ah……!”
At that moment, Namgung Dan’s eyes shook greatly. In the end, that violent sparring had led to an unacceptable situation.
But the really surprising thing happened after that.
Jo-geol, who had his chest cut open, did not back down even though blood was flowing out, but instead rushed towards Baek-cheon. It was as if he was saying that getting hurt during a fight was a common occurrence!
Jo Geol, who had rushed forward with great momentum, was kicked in the chest by Baek Cheon and fell to the ground. Nam Goong Dan, who was watching, flinched at how hard he had been kicked.
“Huh!”
Jo-geol stood up again this time with venom in his eyes. And he swung his sword at Baek-cheon more violently than before.
‘it’s crazy.’
It’s hard to know which side to blame.
There are too many things to point out. It’s strange that the author, Jo-geol, is using a water gun on my private tutor, and it’s also strange that Baek-cheon accepts it so nonchalantly.
But what was even stranger was that there were others who paid no attention whatsoever to the life-threatening duel unfolding right next to them.
Boom!
The kite flew away again like a broken string.
“Am I going to die like this?”
The other Namgungsega inspectors also couldn’t hide their confusion and started muttering.
They have been through that plum blossom. They are the ones who now fully understand with their heads and bodies what it means to fight with their lives at stake.
But even to them, this training seemed eerily dangerous.
“At least… … .”
At that moment, Namgung Do-wi, who had been silently watching the two people’s fight, opened his mouth.
“I see… how they were able to demonstrate their skills in such a situation.”
“… … .”
Everyone had no choice but to nod at those words.
Anyone can say that training is like a real fight. However, there is no school that actually does training like a real fight.
Which crazy person would allow training that could render his disciples crippled if he makes a single mistake?
But they were doing it.
“And that’s not all.”
“yes?”
“Look.”
Namgung Do-wi pointed to a place a little away from the two people who were sparring.
Two people were watching the fight and taking a break. It was not a particularly strange sight. The break is the basic posture of all swordsmanship. Training to eliminate distracting thoughts and focus in the correct posture is also often done in Namgung.
So, that sight is not strange.
If only those two people didn’t have chunks of metal the size of human heads hanging from their bodies.
‘How many of those are there…?’
In particular, the number of chunks of iron hanging from the tip of the sword was jaw-dropping. There were so many chunks of iron hanging from the sword that it almost looked like a large hammer.
‘You’re holding that up with your bare body? Are you using your stamina?’
No, it’s not.
If he had written his history, he wouldn’t be sweating like that. He must have been holding on with brawn.
‘With brute force, I can do that… … .’
If you add up the weight of all those lumps of iron, they would be heavier than the boulders they were carrying, not lighter. Namgung’s disciples were out of breath just from supporting the weight of the boulders, but they are holding that weight while maintaining their posture with their swords.
Is it really necessary to explain which practice is more difficult?
Whether he knew their feelings or not, Yun Jong, who was calmly holding his sword, spoke to Dang So So, who was standing next to him.
“Sosoya.”
“yes?”
“How long has it been since you started?”
“I think it’s been about half an hour?”
“Hmm. Then should we stop now?”
“What are you talking about? I need to do it for half an hour more.”
“… … I think it’s a bit excessive.”
“No. As you know, I am particularly weak in the basics as an inspector. I have to do twice as much as others to barely keep up.”
“I know that, but why should I do it with you?”
“Do you have any complaints?”
“… … No. That’s not it… … .”
Yun Jong looked at Dang So So with trembling eyes and muttered softly.
“Where did Sago go? You can just ask Sago to do it with you.”
“What kind of obvious things are you talking about, Death Penalty? Of course you went out early in the morning.”
“From dawn?”
“Yes. He said he can’t concentrate if there are other people around. He’ll probably be back around midnight.”
“… … There’s something I’m really curious about.”
“What is it?”
“Aren’t you sleeping when you’re having an accident?”
“Of course I should sleep.”
“But how is that possible?”
“Because it was an accident.”
“… … .”
Yun Jong sighed deeply and spoke calmly.
“Sosoya.”
“yes?”
“The tip of the sword went down half an inch.”
“Ahh!”
Tang Soso bit her lips with an indignant expression and raised her sword.
As Namgung Dan watched the scene as if he had lost his soul, he heard Namgung Do-wi’s voice, which sounded like a groan, in his ear.
“I thought Namgung also emphasized the basics… … .”
“… … .”
When I looked back, Namgung Do-wi was shaking his head.
What shocked Namgung Do-wi even more was that the person who was practicing was none other than Dang So-so.
‘Volcano really does this kind of training on a daily basis.’
Even if Cheongmyeong doesn’t come out, they train themselves in the same way. As evidence of this, aren’t similar scenes unfolding not only here but also in various training grounds?
“Okay, then… … .”
Cheongmyeong, who had been given time to look around, looked at the Namgung Se family’s inspectors with a meaningful expression.
“I need to see the results of this training with my own body.”
Namgung Dan’s expression hardened. He understood what it meant to confirm with his body.
‘Is this a sparring match?’
It was at that moment that he instinctively grabbed the sword at his waist.
“Ahhhhh!”
Jo-geol fell backwards again and rolled on the floor. He struggled to get up from his seat, stumbling several times, but eventually collapsed on the spot.
“Ugh… … . It’s like a f*cking private tutoring school… … .”
Namgung Dan swallowed dry saliva.
‘Volcanic Sword!’
If the opponent is that volcanic sword, there is no shortage of things to do.
Since it would be burdensome for the Lord of Soga to step forward himself, the person who will deal with that Hwasan Sword will be Namgung Dan.
‘I will never give in easily.’
It won’t be easy to gain the upper hand against Baekcheon, the famous Hwasan Swordsman, but he has made a firm pledge not to tarnish the name of the Namgung family.
Then Cheongmyeong shouted.
“Sosoya!”
“yes?”
Tang Xiao Xiao, who was busy practicing, suddenly looked back at Qingming.
“Why? Is your posture wrong?”
“No. Leave everything behind and come here. Oh, and take the sword.”
“yes.”
Dang So-so roughly kicked away the lump of iron wrapped around her body and ran towards Cheongmyeong.
“Why, death penalty?”
“Do you see that guy?”
“yes.”
“Please give me some advice.”
“……yes?”
Cheongmyeong shrugged.
“These gentlemen want to see for themselves how effective the volcano’s training is.”
After hearing that, Dang So-so immediately smiled.
“Oh, what should I say? What should I do?”
“How can I do that?”
Cheongmyeong cut my neck with his thumb.
“Take control.”
“Pressure!”
Dang So-so looked back at Namgung Dan with a bright smile.