Episode 94. His ignorant muscles wriggled like living creatures as he listened to the words of
Heo Son-dam Hye-on, the world’s best friend .
His bloodshot appearance in his eyes reminded me of King Gwangmokcheon who had just returned from hell, and no matter how much I tried to save him, I couldn’t answer him easily.
So Han Ibi told me instead.
“I think it’s him.”
The reddish soup residue stuck to Hyeon’s bald head as she trembled with anger, pushing the situation into a drama of extreme absurdity.
No one could laugh, but…
Bangsil was preparing with all his strength when he saw that he was snorting like a bull and looked like he was going to rush at any moment.
It was then.
Instead of lunging, Hyeon-on’s arm swung like lightning.
Hwiik.
Bang Bang-sil, who sensed that it was a memorization, quickly took steps and escaped.
Tatak!
The young people who confirmed the identity of the thing stuck in the wall couldn’t help but be surprised.
That’s because it wasn’t memorization, but ordinary wooden chopsticks lying on the table.
Hwiik.
A sound was heard again.
‘ah! My chopsticks! ‘I haven’t eaten much yet.’
At the same time as Han Ibi was thinking, five or six wooden chopsticks were flying toward the bladder room again.
Bang Bangsil tried to avoid the wooden chopsticks by using ‘Nine Gung Bo’, a method of walking in the volcano.
But surprisingly, the wooden chopsticks were taking advantage of all possible directions to avoid.
He had no choice but to use the ‘plum blossom tree’ to fly up.
Then, the wooden chopsticks, which had lost their target, ended up getting stuck in the wall one after another.
The young people who saw the quick and clean construction of the bladder room could not help but applaud without realizing it.
“As expected, it’s the Plum Blossom of the Volcano Sect!”
“This is truly amazing!”
‘You idiot. ‘What kind of memorization skills do you have for a middle class subject?’
Just as I was about to land with great force, I heard an urgent voice.
“be careful!”
It was Seon Hyeok-rae of the same Hwasan faction.
Bladder Sil felt anxious and glanced back.
Surprisingly, a doll appeared at the landing point, and it was Hyeon.
‘No, how could that pig-like bastard be so fast…’
Bang Bang-sil attempted to get out of Hyeon-on’s striking range by controlling his speed using Cheon Geun-chu’s tricks.
However, Hyeon-on approached even closer and blocked the escape route…
‘What the hell!’
The bladder room suddenly felt like the world was spinning.
Ah… everything is circular.
Has the principle of Taegeuk, which is uninterrupted and continues forever and integrated into one, finally been mastered into the consciousness of the world?…
What a mess!
It was the opposite.
He was spinning around.
Shout out loud.
In the midst of landing, Bladder’s acceleration was even stronger due to the combination of gravity and centrifugal force, and he fell onto the table that others had left behind.
The quick-witted owners had already avoided it.
The bladder room, hair, clothes, shoes, everything was covered in leftover food.
So…
Isn’t it a case of paying back double!
Han Ibi thought.
‘Oh my… please look at this guy’s back when it comes to monks.’
Maybe everyone felt the same way.
The moment Bladder Sil shook his head and got up from his seat.
Hyeon was already standing in front of him again.
Han Ibi thought.
‘Ah… aren’t you done yet?’
It was then.
The sound of cutting the wind.
Seon Hyeok-rae of the Hwasan faction was stabbing Hye-on in the back with his sword.
Seeing this, Wen Won-bi, who was open to the public, jumped up and shouted.
“No killing!”
But it was already too late.
The moment when volcanic plum blossoms unfold on Hyeon’s broad back without moving.
earth!
At the same time as the metallic sound, sparks appeared instead of blood flowers.
Seon Hyeok-rae’s sword flies far away with him.
The thing that blew it away was… surprisingly, an ordinary metal spoon!
“Dear salt society trainees. “I expected that something like this might happen at least once because there are a bunch of energetic young people, but I never thought it would happen like this from day one.”
The person with the personable smile was none other than Pajeongsa ‘Heo Son-dam’.
* * *
The next day was an unexpected break from class.
That was because the commotion of the previous day had to be sorted out.
The fight between Wang Qinglin and Zhou Jinling was tense from beginning to end and was not resolved.
Therefore, no major injuries occurred.
There were only minor injuries to each other.
On the other hand, the condition of the bladder room that was thrown to the floor by Hye-on looked very serious on the outside, but in reality, it ended up with bruises all over the body.
Han Ibi thought this was what Hyeon intended.
Can we say that he is like a vicious senior soldier in the military who beats all but the visible areas?
The monk theme is truly evil.
Why on earth did the Shaolin Temple accept this guy as a monk?
In any case, although their injuries were minor, they received treatment by doctors dispatched by the Murim Alliance.
The fact that a separate member of the National Assembly was dispatched seemed to emphasize the importance of this education.
The lecture was scheduled to proceed normally the day after the commotion ended.
All trainees gathered at Hyeongseoldang again.
Heo Son-dam spoke while standing at the podium.
“Since we met with arrogant and energetic young people from a prestigious political faction who are said to use all their power, we could easily bicker. But…”
Quite different from the gentle atmosphere of the first day, the inside of Hyeongseoldang was quiet.
This is because all the young people have confirmed the ‘true face’ of Heo Son-dam who is now standing in front of them.
He suddenly came out of nowhere and knocked away Seon Hyeok-rae’s heavy sword with a light spoon.
Han Ibi summarized the implications of this act.
First of all, the bridgehead called Heosondam is incredibly strong. In order to be effective with weapons of different weights, the gap in power must be significantly greater.
Also, he is well versed in cancer techniques or secret magic.
It’s easier said than done, but you had to hit the center point of the sword precisely with a spoon and flick it away.
Lastly, and this is actually the most important point… Heo Son-dam must have been secretly watching the whole situation from the beginning.
Otherwise, how could they prevent something big from happening at such an exquisite time?
What was even more horrifying was the fact that he never lost his kind smile.
Thanks to his small, squinted eyes, he always seems to be smiling.
No, maybe he’s not laughing!
Han Ibi trembled.
The trainees also trembled.
Because they must have been thinking the same thing.
This is the same fear as encountering a serial killer who greets you with a wide smile.
Heo Son-dam continued.
“Anyway, it would be better not to go too far. “Anyway, you are here because you were chosen by a monk.”
Even the infinitely neat politeness now feels like extreme hypocrisy.
At that time, Heo Son-dam took out a bundle of documents from the table, flipped through them, and said,
“Honestly, I wasn’t trying to show this…”
All the young people’s attention was focused on Heo Son-dam and the pile of documents he was holding.
“Now that I think about it, it’s so far away that I can’t see it clearly. It would be a good idea for someone to come as a representative and check. Let’s be still. “Who would be better… the Hwasan Sect’s Bladder Chamber Small Colopodia?”
Then Bangshil, whose name was suddenly called, stood up and answered.
“yes!”
“Would you mind coming out for a moment and checking this out?”
“yes? Ah yes.”
Bang Bangsil walked towards Heoson Dam with reluctant steps.
Then I confirmed the identity of the document.
Soon his expression was filled with astonishment and surprise.
Then the curiosity of the young people rose even more.
Hersondam said.
“Now, small room. “There’s no doubt about it, right?”
“Yes…”
“Then you can go in.”
Bladder Sil obediently returned to his seat and sat down.
Hersondam said.
“This document is an agreement from the leaders of each faction not to hold the Murim Alliance responsible even if candidates die during training, as confirmed by the Bang Sohyeop. Can you see the seal here?”
Then all the young people murmured in surprise.
Han Ibi was equally surprised.
‘What is this? It’s not some kind of primitive era, but these ridiculous regulations…’
But Heo Son-dam said without heeding anything.
“Our salt society has created rules for situations like this.”
He took out another document from inside his sleeve.
There were two types of each, and they seemed to be differentiated by color.
The first one is bright yellow, like an amulet.
The second one was red, as if it had just been dipped in blood and then taken out.
Hersondam said.
“If a candidate causes an incident or trouble during training at the Salt Society, we plan to issue this warning considering the severity of the situation. Well, I was trying to explain it slowly…”
I could see one corner of his mouth curling up.
“…I guess I was thinking wrong. They told me about it already on the first day. So, if you have an accident for the first time, you get a yellow warning letter. If you still lose your senses and cause trouble, you will receive a red warning letter. You know what I mean, right? You have to go home. “If only I could go back.”
The audience became quiet as if cold water had been poured on them.
“Of course, that last part is a joke. Still, how generous of a rule is it to give two chances? Ha ha ha ha ha.”
Of course, no one laughed except Heo Son-dam.
Han Ibi thought.
‘That… That psychopath X…’
Heo Son-dam, who laughed alone, went around the place and handed out yellow warning letters.
The main characters were Wang Cheong-rin of the Maesan sect, Ju Geum-ryeong, Bangsil, and Seon Hyeok-rae of the Hwasan sect, and Hyeon of the Shaolin Temple.
Yellow card!
Han Ibi thought to herself.
‘Ah… father. You love soccer so much, but you probably didn’t put soccer rules into a martial arts novel…’ It goes
without saying that education went really smoothly after that… really.
* * *
It had already been more than a month since I entered the training program at Yeomhoe.
In the meantime, I received education mainly focused on ‘theory’.
It was a truly difficult journey for Han Ibi, who was far from studying.
Considering that Yeo Nan-ju was always dozing off, it was assumed that she felt the same way.
Perhaps because they were the main characters, Jong Ri-hyuk and So Eun-ri listened intently without blinking.
To summarize the training I have received so far, it is as follows.
– History and present of the Demonic Cult – Manhak Seok Bun-geon
– Organizational structure of the Demonic Cult – General Hyeon Do-myeong of the Imperial Army
– Demonic Cult’s doctrinal system – Shaolin Temple Musang Zen Master
– Demonic Cult’s poison spell deciphering basics – Four Heavenly Tangmun Tang Gyeongcheong
…
Han Yi-bi was feeling angry. I groaned to myself as I felt this.
‘What is this, Moorim University? ‘What is this…’
Just hearing the title gives me a headache.
And in today’s course, it was time to learn about ‘The Demonic Religion’s Institutions and Qimun Jinsik’.
The bridgehead is Nashinsu (羅伸手) from Joyangmun.
I learned about it through my roommate, ‘Gil Son-rok’, but Jo Yang-mun was traditionally a member of a sect with a natural talent for designing machinery and various mechanical devices.
According to Gilsonrok’s story, the Chaoyangmun family is the best in the world when it comes to running institutions, but it is somewhat inferior to the Zhuge family when it comes to Qimunjin ceremony.
It’s difficult to be good at everything.
Therefore, Joyangmun’s purity of internal power and sophistication of martial arts were somewhat lacking.
However, by making full use of creative tools and Gimunjin, they were showing a prestige that was in no way inferior to other factions of the Murimmaeng.
I heard Gilson Rok, the youngest of my roommates, whispering to someone.
“I, Sasook, am famous for the so-called ‘Hand of God.’ “He has been revered as the greatest genius since the founding of Joyangmun.”
But genius or not…
I wasn’t a genius in lectures, so it was just as boring as the previous class.
The organization’s blueprints and complex, Kimunjin-style shapes fill my field of vision.
Han Ibi felt like throwing up right now.
‘What’s the use of all this? This is like… learning about love through writing. You have to practice, practice!’
It was then.
(Continued in the next part)
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