Return of the Blossoming Blade Chapter 1007

Episode 1007 That’s what it means to become an adult. (1)

Gulp gurgle.

“Keuuuu!”

Cheongmyeong gulped down his drink with a wrinkled face and swiped his mouth with his sleeve.

“It sticks to your mouth. “I heard that drinking alcohol while looking at the river has a certain charm.”

Then, I glanced at Namgung Dowi, who was sitting next to me, and said,

“Why don’t you drink it? “Don’t you like alcohol?”

“Oh no. “I don’t particularly hate it.”

“however?”

“It’s a little awkward…”

Nangung Dowi looked at the bottle of alcohol in his hand. Having grown up under the strict laws of the prestigious Namgung family, he was not used to drinking alcohol from the bottle.

Besides, the place where they are sitting now is grass, so what can I say about the awkwardness?

“Is it difficult to drink because it is not formal?”

“It’s not like that, but…”

Cheongmyeong laughed and took another gulp.

“Keuuuu.”

He wiped the corners of his mouth again and spoke grumpily.

“Kids like you end up becoming drunkards.”

“…yes?”

“We have one too. Shaolin guy. “At first, that bastard was talking about how he could drink alcohol, but now he’s going crazy and stealing my alcohol?”

“…Dating Shaolin? “Are you by any chance referring to Monk Hyeyeon?”

“okay. That bastard!”

“Monk Hyeyeon drinks alcohol… and steals alcohol from the dojo?”

“okay! “Is that so?”

Cheongmyeong gritted his teeth.

“I raised a tiger cub.”

“….”

Nangong Daowi, who was staring blankly at Cheongmyeong, burst into laughter.

“…is this funny?”

As Cheongmyeong glared at him, Nangong Daowi quickly suppressed his laughter and waved his hand.

“It’s not because the seal is funny, it’s because this situation is funny.”

“What do you know?”

Cheongmyeong just sighed. Namgung Do-wi looked at the liquor bottle he was holding, then slowly lifted it and brought it to his mouth. And I swallowed it like Cheongmyeong.

“Hehe! Kehehehe!”

“What?”

“What kind of alcohol! Cough! Cough!”

His face turned red and he coughed repeatedly. It was a strong drink that literally burned my throat.

Qingming grinned.

“This is how alcohol should be.”

“What kind of alcohol is this? “It’s poison!”

“Tsk tsk. This is why the children of precious families are.”

Cheongmyeong clicked his tongue as if he was pathetic.

“So you can’t eat it?”

“I…”

Nangong Dowi trailed off for a moment, lost in thought, then looked at Cheongmyeong and the bottle alternately.

After a while, he bit his lip slightly and started gulping down his drink. Cheongmyeong applauded.

“oh. “Eat well.”

Gulp.

“Kiyaa. “You know how to drink.”

Gulp gurgle.

“…uh?”

Gulp gurgle.

“Stop drinking that! “You crazy guy!”

Frightened, Cheongmyeong forcibly pulled out the bottle of alcohol from Nangung Dowi’s mouth.

“Khaaaaaaak!”

Nangong Daowi grabbed his reddened neck with both hands, as if he had swallowed poison.

“…Aren’t all Namgung bastards fair?”

Even while Cheongmyeong was muttering, ‘But I guess I wasn’t this ignorant in the old days…’, Namgung Dowi couldn’t come to his senses and coughed.

After a while, he finally stopped coughing and spoke.

“Great… that’s good.”

“It doesn’t look good at all?”

In response to Cheongmyeong’s question, Nangung Dowi shook his head and looked down at the bottle of alcohol in his hand.

“In the past, I might have said that this wasn’t alcohol… but now I understand why people drink this.”

“I don’t think you know anything at all?”

“Hehe. “I feel… good, seal.”

“Your tongue is twisted.”

“….”

Nangong Daowi shook his head several times as if trying to come to his senses.

Even though it had been a while since I had been drinking, I already felt like my body was heating up. Normally, I would have used my internal strength to suppress the cycle and get it out, but I didn’t feel like doing that right now.

“stamp.”

“why?”

“Do you have one more bottle?”

“….”

Instead of answering, Cheongmyeong looked up at the distant sky.

“…Why do I only have these things?”

Is the world wrong? Or is he wrong?

– Are you asking because you don’t know?

“Kaaaaagh!”

“Why are you doing this all of a sudden?”

“Nothing.”

After glaring at the sky, Cheongmyeong lay down on the spot.

“Oh, I’m drunk.”

Namgung Dowi glanced at the scene and hinted at Cheongmyeong.

“stamp.”

“why.”

“…Why did you summon me?”

“huh?”

Namgung Dowi sighed softly.

“Isn’t there something you want to say?”

“I just called you.”

“yes?”

“Let’s have a drink.”

“….”

“Drink, drink. What is life? “Just drinking.”

Anyone who expects something from Cheongmyeong will inevitably be disappointed beyond their expectations. It was a very natural thing in a volcano, but unfortunately, Nangong Daowi was not aware of that fact.

“Ha…”

A mixture of laughter and sighing came out. Nangong Daowi, who turned his head to look at the darkness of the Yangtze River, muttered.

“Actually… it’s actually a seal.”

“huh?”

“I didn’t want to leave here yet.”

“….”

Cheongmyeong didn’t give a specific answer, but Nangong Daowi continued speaking slowly as if that didn’t matter anymore.

“No, to tell the truth, it’s not that I didn’t want to leave here… I didn’t want to go back to Anhui. To be honest, I was a little… scared. If I leave here and return to Anhui…”

I really have to become the head of the family and lead the Nangong family.

It was still too heavy a burden for Namgung Dowi. What he thought would happen at least twenty years later came upon him overnight.

It is also an enormous burden to become the head of the Namgung family, which is not a normal Namgung family, but has lost more than half or even eighty-tenth of its power.

Nangung Do-wi said self-deprecatingly.

“I got angry a little while ago.”

“….”

“I got angry because I didn’t feel like it. “I acted disappointed and asked why they didn’t trust me and follow me.”

Nangung Dowi slowly shook his head.

“But… maybe it wasn’t my anger towards them. No, it wasn’t. “What really made me angry was that I was thinking the same things as them and was probably even more scared than they were.”

“hmm.”

He covered his face with both hands and sobbed.

“It’s difficult, Dojang. It’s too difficult. The burden is still too heavy for me. I don’t know what to do….”

“….”

“If only I had been given at least twenty years… or even ten years… then I could have been a little more solid and unwavering. “I don’t know.”

“Hmm!”

Cheongmyeong, who had been silent, suddenly raised his upper body. And then he turned his gaze fiercely towards Namgung Dowi.

“…stamp!”

As soon as our eyes met, a strange feeling of anticipation bloomed in Namgung Dowi’s heart.

Maybe you will be reprimanded for not doing enough.

Maybe it’s just a reassurance that it’s great if you stop.

Either way was fine. What Nangung Dowi needs now is someone who can evaluate and guide him. Because he is the one who can tell whether his choice is right or wrong.

Maybe… this Hwasan Sword Association might be able to guide him.

But…

“There.”

“yes.”

Cheongmyeong gestured with his chin and pointed to the liquor bottle beyond Namgungdowi.

“Put a bottle of alcohol next to it. “That will remain.”

“….”

“What are you doing?”

“Alcohol…?”

“Yeah, that one.”

“….”

“Quickly.”

“Yes…”

Nangung Do-wi, who had lost his temper, laughed helplessly and handed the bottle of alcohol to Cheongmyeong.

‘What on earth am I talking about?’

Know.

No one can help you and no one can give you advice. In this situation, what others can say is just obvious things. In the end, everything just has to be endured and resolved by him.

I knew that… I knew that.

Cheongmyeong’s mokuldae, with a bottle of alcohol in his mouth, moved back and forth vigorously.

gulp! gulp! gulp!

“Keuuuuuu!”

Cheongmyeong pulled the bottle out of his mouth and put it down with a pleasant exclamation.

“If you listen to it, you say something interesting.”

He clicked his tongue as he looked at Namgung Dowi.

“What do you think would have been different if you experienced it ten years from now?”

“…yes?”

“What do you think would have been easier if you had experienced it twenty years later?”

“That’s…”

“Arthur, kid.”

Cheongmyeong waved his hands and sighed.

“It is an illusion to think that the world gets easier as you get older. As I got older, that wasn’t the case. “Once again, my mind becomes more complicated than when I was young.”

“Dojo?”

Have you gotten older?

“under. When I was young. “It’s so far away.”

“….”

Is this person making fun of me now?

Nangong Daowi looked at him blankly with a shocked and shocked face. At that time, Cheongmyeong asked calmly.

“Was everything easy for Emperor Nangong?”

At those words, Namgung Dowi’s body stiffened.

“…Father….”

He tried to say something reflexively, but Cheongmyeong’s next words made Nangung Dowi close his mouth.

“Was the father you know really the kind of person who lived such an easy life?”

“….”

“No. Probably not. “To say that he lived an easy life is an insult to him.”

okay. That can’t be possible.

Because Emperor Namgung did his best at all times and in any situation. He was a person who always tried to do everything he could, even if he sometimes made mistakes and sometimes failed.

“Then what would have been so different if Emperor Nangong were here now?”

“….”

“Probably not.”

Cheongmyeong shook his head.

“The situation may have improved a little, but the troubles your father had to go through were probably no smaller than yours. “I would have had to shoulder more expectations and more responsibility than you.”

“….”

“People are just people. There is no one who does not feel pain when stabbed by a knife, and there is no one whose heart is made of iron. “Even those who seem extremely strong still hurt and are hurt the same way.”

Nangung Dowi bit his lips tightly.

“But, kid. That’s what it means to become an adult.”

“yes.”

“You learn how to pretend it doesn’t hurt even when it hurts.”

Nangung Dowi closed his eyes.

He remembered the image of Emperor Nangong clearing the road in front of him.

okay. It must have hurt. It must have been painful. Both body and mind.

But he couldn’t be sick, he couldn’t be in pain. Because Namgung Dowi is behind him. Because there are people on Maehwa Island that he must protect. Because there were people looking at him.

“Carrying something… is like that.”

“….”

“It’s natural to be sick and it’s natural to be difficult. No, it has to hurt and be difficult. “For those who carry more and try to lead even one step further, comfortable times will never come.”

Cheongmyeong took a sip of his drink.

His eyes, resting on the Yangtze River, were suddenly directed somewhere in the distant past. However, for a moment, his eyes soon turned to the manor behind him.

To the place where everyone in the volcano lives.

“I don’t know, but…”

Cheongmyeong looked straight at Nangong Daowi.

“I’m sure you have it. Something given to me by Emperor Namgung. “This is what he desperately passed on to future generations.”

Nangung Dowi clenched his fists without realizing it.

there is. Yes, it definitely exists.

Emperor Nangong clearly conveyed this to him. What is Namgung’s sword?

The king’s sword is not about reigning and ruling, but protecting from the front line.

How can someone who has to fend off enemies and overcome headwinds not feel tired and worry?

“That’s all.”

“….”

“What you need has already been delivered. That means it will continue.”

“stamp.”

“If you still don’t know, think about it.”

“What do you mean…?”

Cheongmyeong grinned.

“What do you want to pass on to future generations?”

“….”

“That might be the path you should take.”

Nangong Daowi looked at Cheongmyeong in silence for a long time. Then I looked towards the Yangtze River.

Namgung’s soul flows in that river.

What kind of life did they want Namgung Dowi to live?

“stamp.”

“huh?”

Namgung Dowi, who had been silent for a long time, slowly opened his mouth.

“Can I… can I do well?”

“well. “I don’t know all that, but I think you’ll make a good head of the family.”

“…yes?”

Cheongmyeong looked behind him and grinned.

“Speaking of complaints means that you trust that person. “There’s no way someone who is trusted by everyone can’t be a good head of the family.”

Namgung Dowi turned his head to follow Cheongmyeong.

“Lord Soga!”

“Where are you, Lord Soga!”

The inspectors of Namgung, who had left behind, all came out and were looking for him.

“Um…”

Nangung Dowi, who was about to say something, bit his lip tightly. My head slowly dropped down. Soon his shoulders began to shake slightly.

Cheongmyeong smiled at the sheep. It was a smile as faint and warm as moonlight.

“So let’s drink today, kid.”

“…yes seal.”

The night on the Yangtze River deepened.

With a light scent, a strong smell of grass, and a blowing river breeze.