Episode 92. The days of Hyeonseogak students
Then the old man showed his fiery temper and shouted loudly.
“Answer me straight! Otherwise, I will fail the training and notify Jangmun. This organization was created through a joint venture between the Murim League and the imperial family. Give it a try. “I will make sure that those bastards will never be able to put even one toe in the powerhouse.”
Silence followed again.
The old man shouted again.
“Are you all deaf! yes? “Do you want to pack up everything and go back?”
“no!”
Only then did the voices of the disciplined young people come together as one.
“good. Based on the results of this training, the Murim Alliance will also select the next talent. ha ha ha. You guys probably thought you were pretty good and went around selling out sects… but this is the Murim Alliance. There are too many good guys. Throw away all the factions. The one who does well takes everything. Did you understand?”
“yes!”
“good.”
Then the old man left as quickly as he had come in.
However, should we call it a trace of the old man or a residual emotion….
The young people, who were completely overwhelmed by the overwhelming atmosphere, remained silent and just opened their eyes.
At that time, Heo Son-dam, who noticed the atmosphere becoming awkward, cleared his throat and spoke.
“Adventure. So… that person just now… is Jang Jang-ryeon Dae-hyeop of the Shaman faction, who is the head of the newly created Yeom Society.”
For a moment, a commotion was heard.
Then, I soon saw someone raising his hand.
It was Yeom Gyeong-bin (廉敬彬) of the Shaman faction.
“But… Huh Daehyeop.”
Hersondam said.
“From now on, you can call me ‘Heo Bridge’.”
“yes. Heo, head of the school.”
“Please tell me.”
“The Lord of the Church… said he was a shaman, but… we have never met him.”
Heo Son-dam nodded and said.
“I guess so. Hoeju was dispatched to the Murim League and worked there since he was very young. And often the activities of the Murim League are kept secret… Do you have any more questions?”
No one has an answer.
Then Heosondam said.
“great. Since today is the first day everyone is together, I’ll leave it at that. Full-scale training will begin tomorrow, so please get plenty of rest. Maybe again…”
Heo Son-dam continued with a soft but expressionless face.
“…I may never be able to rest comfortably like this.”
* * *
“Ugh. Grumble! “Hmm!”
Han Ibi couldn’t sleep at all.
I’m still heartbroken by the unknown development of this story…
That young middle-aged guy named Hyeon seems to be an apnea patient.
Well, I can somehow endure snoring.
Because I saw it so many times in the military.
However, there were times when the period between one exhale and the next ‘inhale’ was extremely long.
Then, even though there was nothing to worry about, Han Ibi felt extremely anxious while waiting for her next breath.
It’s all because of obesity! So how can someone who doesn’t even eat meat be so fat?
What the hell am I eating….
Then a thought occurred to me.
‘It’s amazing… Elephants eat only grass and grow very big…’
“Oops! Grumble!’
Ugh! I just can’t sleep.
Han Ibi jumped up and glared at Hyeon, who was emitting a strange tone.
I felt like I wanted to run right away and block his nose or grab him by the collar and shake him awake.
He looked at Kwak Won-hoe of Hwangryongdang and Gilsonrok of Chaoyangmun next to him.
Surprisingly, they were sleeping soundly as if nothing had happened, without moving a single movement.
“I guess it’s because he’s a strong person…”
Han Ibi, who had been muttering quietly, soon gave up on everything and laid back on the bed.
“I guess I can’t sleep.”
omg.
Han Ibi was startled and raised her upper body.
There was no one.
‘It’s like a ghost crying.’
It was then.
“It looks like you grew up in a noble family.”
Only then was Han Ibi able to identify the source of the voice.
A person lying down and talking with his eyes closed.
It was Gwak Won-hoe of Hwangnyongdang.
“Go lie down. “I need to conserve my stamina.”
“Oh yes…”
Han Ibi said as she laid back down without realizing it.
“Your brother… seems to be okay.”
“I’m so used to group life in the barracks, so this is it… Anyway, are you worried about anything?”
There is no limit to worry.
How are you going to get home? How will this tangled story be resolved? And…
how can I block that pig’s nose!
Should I order an anti-snoring sleep pillow?
“What’s there to worry about? “It’s just that I’m not used to living like this.”
Then, with his eyes still closed, Kwak Won-hoe said, smiling.
“I heard from the head of the family that the training will not be easy. So it would be better to force yourself to close your eyes.”
“I see… But how…”
“Huh?”
“…So how did the imperial army come to join the Murim Alliance’s training?”
Kwak Won-hoe lied down, pretended to shrug his shoulders, and said.
“Do you understand? “We are the underlings… Just follow what our superiors tell us and that’s it.”
What are you doing? Whether in the past or present, soldiers criticize people if they criticize them. I hope you feel comfortable inside.
“I see.”
“Don’t try to find out too deeply. “I don’t like giving advice, but I think it would be good to say this.”
“Ah… yes. All right.”
“Because people much higher than we thought prepared for this training. Well, I don’t know everything, but…”
“I see. thank you older brother. Then go to sleep.”
“okay. Zhongli Oh. Sleep well, too. “Okay then…”
Then, Kwak Won-hoe’s breathing became very regular.
I fell asleep in an instant.
‘Hiya… if that’s a technique, it’s a technique.’
Han Ibi laughed alone and looked out the window.
As I was looking at the slanted moon, I was even more distraught because it seemed like it was already midnight.
* * *
Han Ivy and her roommates attended Hyeongseoldang in a dazed state, neither asleep nor not.
This is because they intentionally followed the rules of the Salt Society that prohibited people from the same clan from gathering together.
Well, if we go to a place like this, the purpose of education becomes blurred.
Anyway, the atmosphere at Hyeongseoldang where we arrived seemed to be overflowing with the enthusiasm of the trainees.
Is it because of the old man who was talking about ‘salt socialism’ or something?
Now, trainees have realized that standing out here is the shortcut to success.
Standing on the podium was Heo Son-dam, a nice-looking man like yesterday.
“The creation of the ‘Salt Society’ of which you are now part was actually planned from a long-term perspective. In the meantime, our Murim Alliance has been in constant consultation with each leader of the Murim Alliance faction and the military leadership. Therefore, the optimal bridges suitable for the educational topic were recruited from each school.”
Then the young people murmured.
This may be because even though they belonged to the Murim Alliance, they had never heard of such a story.
Heo Son-dam continued.
“In order to take the lead in blocking the evil practices of the Demonic Cult and suppress them in case of emergency, we must first understand exactly what their identity is. In that sense, as the first part of ‘Yeom Society’, we will take the time to learn about ‘Demon Cult’.”
Then Heo Son-dam cleared his throat once and continued speaking.
“Now, let us invite Seok Bun-geon (石昐乾) of ‘Manhakhoe’ who will be in charge of the historic first education.”
As soon as his words left his mouth, the door to Hyeongseoldang slid open.
A middle-aged man was seen through the crack in the door.
He was tall and had a very thin build, and he was wearing the pure white military uniform that could be said to be the trademark of Manhakhoe.
It looks dignified and proud…
but it also looks somewhat stern.
For this reason, his appearance was closer to that of a ‘Confucian scholar’ or a ‘scholar’ rather than a strong man.
At that time, a small voice came out among the young people.
“Master Sasuk? How did Sa-sook get here…”
The main character of the voice was ‘Yuk Hyeon-rip’, a young man from Manhak University.
Manhakhoe is a Confucian school of thought that expanded relatively recently over the past 30 years.
Although they practiced martial arts and were the mainstay of the ‘Murim League’, which can be said to be the pinnacle of power, they also revered Confucianism and other studies and boasted a high level of academic discipline that was as high as that of any other scholar.
Seok Bun-geon must have heard Sajil’s voice. However, he did not show it and began his lecture after introducing himself.
“The term ‘magic religion’ is actually a general term for a strange religious order that teaches martial arts. So, there has been a group called the ‘Devil Cult’ for generations, but its reality has continued to change. “Ilwolgyo, Myeonggyo, Baekryeongyo, Buksingyo, etc… And now, a group called ‘Jaeseongyo (子船敎)’ is taking over the predecessor of this ‘Demon Cult’ and expanding its influence in the west.”
His words continued in hesitation.
As befits someone who came as the representative lecturer of an ink group that read Confucian doctrines, a flood of information poured out of his mouth without stopping for even a second.
But….
‘Ahh! ‘It’s the holy trinity of dullness, boredom, and stuffiness!’
Han Ibi screamed inwardly.
The term ‘child ship’ actually refers to a baby ship attached to a mother ship, or it is actually derived from Hongraegyo, which was a pseudo-religious religion in the past… Either one is of interest to Han Ibi
. There was nothing to turn it off.
In addition, the majority of the powerful people gathered here were warriors from birth.
So, even though they were originally interested in studying or had not graduated from Manhak University, they were all unable to overcome boredom and became like squid on a grill.
Han Ibi turned her head here and there and looked at the young people.
And I found two people there.
Two people listening with their eyes shining and even taking notes.
They were ‘Jong Ri-hyuk’ and ‘So Eun-ri.’
Han Ibi thought a bit grumpily.
‘What are these two guys? ‘Is he showing off like this out of fear that someone might not be the main character?’
The only consolation was the presence of ‘Yeo Nan-ju’, who was already drooling and dozing off.
In this way, Han Ibi was facing the first day of training in the cruel and painful society of salt society.
* * *
Did they say that even if you hang a clock upside down, time moves forward?
Han Ibi had finally finished the terrible ‘Manhak’s’ demonic education and was waiting to eat dinner.
Until lunchtime, we ate food similar to a packed lunch brought from outside.
However, Moang was now ready for the internal meal service.
Young people crowded into the restaurant building, which seemed to have been built in a hurry.
Is it because they had to prepare food for many people at the same time?
The meal method followed the typical cafeteria distribution system.
This was a familiar way to eat at Cheongseongpa.
There were also a lot of lodging and food workers there, no matter where they came from.
Han Ibi was standing in line with other young people, waiting for food.
The method was to place a small amount of food in a bowl on the tray each person was holding.
Han Ibi, who was exhausted from listening to the boring lecture, was anxiously waiting for her meal to quickly get some nutrients.
It was then.
A food service worker spoke to Han Ibi.
“Huh? if!”
Han Ibi looked at the food worker in confusion.
And I was shocked.
Surprisingly, it was a familiar face.
‘Ahh. This…how did this happen? ‘It’s done.’
the man said.
“Are you… by any chance, the person who was at Cheongyu Gaekjan?”
Yes.
That man was none other than ‘Ban Jin-seong’, the Jeomsoi of ‘Cheongyugaekjan’ under Mt. Magok.
(Continued in the next part)
