Episode 854 You just came out? (4)
“Ugh…”
Kwak Hoe entered the restaurant with a dead face. Rather than saying that he entered, it would be more appropriate to say that he managed to drag his body without falling.
He stumbled, then grabbed a chair and sat down.
I feel like dying.
This is something I used to write when I was bored. But Kwak Hoe couldn’t bear to say those words out loud. Because I am finally realizing that that is a word that should not be used so carelessly.
Because he looks like he’s going to die now?
no.
This is because the person in front of you looks like he is about to die.
“…Sa Sasuk. “Are you okay?”
Huo Hui looked at Bai Qian with trembling eyes.
Baekcheon slowly raised his head. The moment Kwak Hoe saw that face, he almost avoided his gaze without realizing it.
‘Oh my god…’
It was truly horrendous.
Probably, if someone returned after leaving the volcano for about 10 days, they would never have recognized that person as Baekcheon.
Baekcheon’s face, which was always present no matter where it was presented as a tribute, is nowhere to be seen.
The cheeks were sunken in, the cheekbones were protruding, and the corners of the eyes were so deep that there were no inner ears.
The bright skin that had always been shiny had turned black and rough like pine bark, and the bright eyes had become dull and reminiscent of rotten remains.
‘You don’t look like a person.’
Looking at the outside, it looked like someone who had been buried somewhere had been dug up and placed there.
“…oh my. Sasuk….”
“Oh my gosh….”
Everyone who saw that scene was speechless.
But no one asks why Baekcheon became like this. The reason was because it already remained in Baekcheon’s body.
Beneath the sunken face, the neck still retains its white color.
There were countless red lines drawn here and there.
‘A bastard who doesn’t even look like a human.’
Looking at the wound, Kwak Hoi trembled.
From that day on, whenever Cheongmyeong was bored, he would confront Baekcheon. And every time he got hit, he always left a scar on Baekcheon’s neck.
I didn’t understand at first. This is why Baekcheon’s condition, who had no major injuries, deteriorates noticeably every time the sparring ends.
But Kwak Hoi also quickly came to understand the reason.
When Cheongmyeong, who had knocked out all the five swords, gathered the three great disciples into a group and started sparring.
It was only then that Kwak Hoe realized.
Cheongmyeong’s sword, which flew towards his neck without the slightest hesitation, clearly contained a deadly intention to kill Kwak Hoe.
When the sword swung like that made cold contact with his neck, Huo Hui clearly felt death. A terrible feeling as if my consciousness was suddenly lost and my whole body was falling into an abyss.
– You died once.
When he came to his senses, the sword he had clearly been holding was spread out on the floor, and Kwak Hoe was sitting on the floor, shaking and unable to control his body.
After that, I suffered from nightmares for three days straight.
I had a dream that if I closed my eyes, a sword would fly and cut off my head. It wakes up screaming, but when it finally goes back to sleep, its neck runs away again.
Only then did Kwak Hoi realize it.
How deep and heavy is the word ‘death’ that is said so casually as a habit.
‘I’ve only been like this once.’
What can Baekcheon, who has to go through that situation dozens of times a day, do to the hardships he goes through?
dump.
“Buy buy buy!”
“Are you okay?”
“No, Cheongmyeong, you bastard… Even if you really do it…”
Yu Yi-seol, who had walked unsteadily, collapsed next to Baek-cheon as if collapsing. Her appearance was not much different from Baekcheon. Looking at her now, no one would imagine the usual Yu Yi Seol.
The only difference is that while Baek-cheon’s face is black and dead, Yu I-seol’s face is as pale and bloodless as a corpse.
At that time, Yu Iseol forced her swollen lips open and muttered something.
“Yes, an accident?”
“…to.”
“yes?”
It was only after swallowing dry saliva several times that Yu Iseol finally opened her mouth.
“Outside…. the hanger…. Yoon Jong-i.”
“…yes. “I will bring it to you now.”
At the very least, Yoonjong and Jogeol will be lying around in the training hall, so they are probably telling you to bring them. Although everyone was in dire straits, some of them moved their feet to somehow control the two people.
But then.
Kiiiiig.
The door opened without any hesitation, and a person walked in slowly carrying two people.
“Hey Iik.”
“Monk Shi!”
Hyeyeon.
He was entering the restaurant with difficulty, almost dragging Yoonjong and Jogeol, who were lying down.
“Take it quickly!”
“Give it to me, monk!”
Is it really that big of a deal for the monk Hyeyeon to carry two people? But looking at Hyeyeon’s face now, I can’t help but run.
A face that looks as if it has been starving for ten years.
Hyeyeon stumbled and held on to the chair.
Baekcheon, Yuiseol, and Hyeyeon just looked at each other with open eyes without saying a word.
All of Hwasan’s disciples who were watching the scene struggled to swallow their welling tears.
‘Who knew Bongmun could be like this?’
I thought I would just work hard and die.
“…I understand one thing.”
“What do you mean?”
Baeksang laughed.
“…it was right to say hello. “This kind of scene is definitely not something to show to others.”
“….”
Everyone nodded at those words.
Who could show Cheongmyeong swinging his sword as if he were really going to kill his brother-in-law?
In fact, I’ve already seen them fight together several times.
Any disciple of Hwasan knows that a person changes when he goes into battle and wields a sword.
But I didn’t know.
What happens when that sword is pointed at them? What on earth did those who dealt with Cheongmyeong see and feel?
‘100 times better than 10,000 people.’
I didn’t feel this kind of fear even when dealing with Maninbang, who are famous for being fierce and vicious among the four factions.
“…Can we really survive?”
The training they have done so far has been an extension of their efforts.
However, within a few days of starting this training, everyone realized something.
This training is not a process of effort.
This is a matter of overcoming.
The question is whether you can overcome that fear and fear and find your sword by constantly repeating sparring that is more like a real fight, or worse than a real fight.
‘Can we really do this?’
Everyone’s hearts, which had been filled with confidence, sank heavily.
“execution. Please eat some porridge. Otherwise, I won’t be able to endure it.”
Baeksang presented the beauty he had brought to Baekcheon. Baekcheon, who was staring at the ceiling blankly, slowly turned his head. His eyes looked so weak that it was questionable whether he could even see the bowl of porridge.
however.
chin.
Baekcheon suddenly grabbed the bowl of porridge, opened his mouth wide, and poured out the porridge in one go.
“Death penalty?”
“Wook!”
I covered my mouth as if I was vomiting, as if my body couldn’t even accept the porridge. But Baekcheon just swallowed the porridge.
gulp.
After repeating this several times and emptying the bowl, Baekcheon stood up trembling. Then he grabbed the sword that was standing next to him and staggered toward the door.
“Where are you going? execution!”
“…training.”
“yes? Soo-ryeon… Are you crazy? You need to get some rest! “Where are you going with that look on your face?”
“…I have to do it.”
“yes?”
Baekcheon looked back at Baeksang with a blank face and muttered.
“…the training we did in the afternoon…was a practical exercise. That alone won’t improve your skills. Swordsmanship training… must be done separately.”
“….”
“You can’t miss even a day.” “Not even for a day.”
Is this person really crazy?
My hands are shaking so much that I can’t hold the sword properly, and my legs are shaking like aspen trees at this very moment and look like they might break again at any moment.
But you want to practice swordsmanship with that body?
“To some extent…!”
It was then.
chin!
Yu Yi-seol grabbed the bowl of porridge on the table and poured it into her mouth like Baek-cheon.
“Um… Um?”
It was the same for Hyeyeon.
Even Yunjong and Jogeol, who were lying on the floor, groaned and got up, grabbed the bowl of porridge and somehow shoved it into their mouths.
“You have to eat… you have to eat to live…”
“Woo! Ugh!”
The two somehow managed to squeeze themselves into their stomachs and get up.
“Off…”
“I’m really going to die…”
Those holding swords staggered and walked out.
“Oh no. execution!”
“Hey man! “Are you all crazy?”
Jogeol turned his head with a face like a corpse.
“…Didn’t you hear what Sasuk said?”
“….”
“They say swordsmanship training… is separate.”
The disciples opened their mouths.
“…Sasook’s stomach must have been even more difficult… How can I be so cruel? Shit.”
“let’s go.”
“…yes.”
As Yoonjong and Jogeol staggered out, a cold silence fell in the restaurant.
“…I’m really crazy.”
“Can you survive that?”
Through the open door, the sound of Ogeum swinging his sword as he went out to the training ground was heard.
The sun had already set a long time ago….
When everyone was stunned and unable to continue speaking, Kwak Hoe spoke.
“But where is Cheongmyeong?”
“…Cheongmyeong is not over yet.”
“yes? What?”
Baeksang sighs and says.
“I understand that after our training is over, we will train with the private quarters, and after that, we will train with the elders.”
“….”
“I’ll probably do my own personal training after that.”
For a moment, Kwak Hoi’s vision became distant.
They take turns sparring with Cheongmyeong. But if Baek Sang’s words are right now, doesn’t that mean that Cheongmyeong fights and fights endlessly from dawn to dawn, and on top of that, there’s individual training as well?
“…Can a person do that?”
“Since when was that guy a person?”
Baeksang gritted his teeth with an annoyed face.
Then, he grabbed the bowl next to him and poured it into his mouth in one go.
“Ah-oh. Damn it. It’s so dull. “Ask me to add a little more salt.”
“Sasuk?”
Baeksang grabs the sword and goes out.
“let’s go.”
“…and then you collapse, Sasuk.”
“What is that?”
Baeksang said indifferently.
“Anyway, there’s no need to re-watch now. “You asked for it.”
“…yes?”
“It means that if you fall, nothing special will happen. But what’s wrong with falling down?”
“….”
“You can’t win with skill anyway.”
Baeksang said while looking at all the disciples in the restaurant.
“Then at least you shouldn’t lose with your grit. Damn it. “Do I have no skills or grit?”
Those words seemed to ignite a spark. The eyes of the volcano disciples were filled with venom again.
Everyone grabbed the bowl of porridge in front of them and drank it down.
thud!
They put down the bowl of porridge and stood up unsteadily, one by one.
“Who says you lose?”
“We also have a lot to say. It would have been different if I had been there, since Cheongmyeong usually brought along his masters and brothers.”
“Once the Hwasan Five Swords, they are not always the Hwasan Five Swords. “We’ll have to decide again when the main gate is over!”
Those inside the restaurant rushed out.
The volcanic gymnasium is not brightly lit as usual because it does not receive guests.
The sound of sword swings began to be heard continuously in the dark training hall.
A practice that is neither watched nor forced by anyone.
The first step to overcoming limitations and overcoming yourself is to make a commitment to do it.
At the end of the volcano disciples’ swords, a firm determination began to form.
perhaps.
A firm determination to stay at the tip of their swords for the rest of their lives.
