Side Story Episode 27. Burning (2)
Three days passed by in an instant.
Lee Cheon-sang devoted himself to training the whole time. I finished my meals twice, at dawn and in the evening, and I slept for exactly two hours. The rest of the time I only did martial arts.
When you lose all your strength, practice meditation, and when your energy comes back, practice form.
This may be the first time in his life that he has ever been so focused on something other than the bare minimum for survival. Of course, in Protestantism, becoming strong was directly related to survival.
As a result, his martial arts skills were becoming frighteningly sophisticated.
Even a rare genius couldn’t instantly increase his skills or learn tactics or fighting techniques he didn’t know about.
Selling what you already have to the limit. When you reach your limit, wonder if there is a next step.
Lee Cheon-sang’s body and mind were steadily building up preparations to become stronger in martial arts and reach a higher level.
Sigh!
Lee Cheon-sang’s fist hitting the air no longer contained any powerful force.
‘So far.’
My whole body was drenched in sweat.
My breathing was so rough that it felt like it would break off. The closed room, which sucked in a large amount of air, was hot as if on fire.
He was holding his knees and breathing heavily, then slowly straightened his back.
It was the same when living in the mountains, but breathing was especially important when practicing martial arts. And breathing returns quickly when you are in the most correct posture.
This was the reason why I should not collapse even when it was difficult. If you lie down because you have no strength, you will not only waste time but also develop bad habits.
habit. In recent years, this has been the part that Lee Cheon-sang has been most concerned about.
Sssssssssssssssss.
The more elastic your breathing becomes, the faster your inner energy is created.
As the empty Danjeon is filled with internal energy, the body gains strength and absorbs air more efficiently. As I sucked in a large amount of air, the speed at which my internal emptiness filled became faster, and as I did so, my breathing became easier.
The magic world is against the odds, but in the end, it follows the law. Since humans are creatures born and raised in nature, it was an absolute law that could not be escaped.
Lee Cheon-sang, who had sufficiently filled his inner strength, opened his mouth.
“Come out.”
The place where Lee Cheon-sang practiced was a large open space leading from the back gate of Yachaakak. He was the only one there.
Phew.
The wind blowing was very cool. Thanks to the shadow extending from the building, my heated body cooled down quite well.
Lee Cheon-sang, who was quietly looking up at the sky, headed toward the back door without saying a word.
It was then.
“Did you roughly hit him?”
Lee Cheon-sang stopped walking.
I turned my head and looked to the right, and a young man appeared from a large tree next to the Yasha Triangle building.
“You didn’t really know, did you?”
The young man scratched his cheek as if embarrassed.
“I hope it was a hit. “I tried my best to minimize their presence.”
Lee Cheon-sang’s eyes instantly scanned the young man.
Although he was six feet tall, he was not very bulky. The skeleton itself was slim and the skin was white.
His eyes were bright, uncharacteristic of a demon, and his limbs were long. It is unknown what kind of magic technique she had mastered, but looking at the subtle prayers flowing from her, she seemed to have mastered the magic technique of Yin Han (陰寒).
Attached to his waist was a small sword, all black, from the armor to the sword case.
Looking at his height, I thought he was using a sword that was too short, but if you look at it in other ways, it matched well with his frame and atmosphere.
Lee Cheon-sang’s eyes turned to the young man’s right foot.
‘The center of gravity is shifted to the right.’
It wasn’t because he was right-handed, but it seemed like it was because that posture was the most familiar for performing martial arts. That too was a habit.
A picture was drawn in Lee Cheon-sang’s mind.
A young man’s martial art where he closes the distance with one step and throws away a sword with his right foot.
‘Silver with one sword. ‘Is he an assassin?’
Lee Cheon-sang shook his head inwardly.
‘For an assassin, Magi is not that secretive.’
Whatever it was, it was clear that he was strong. It was similar to, or even better than, the Gwanghwamun members who had competed before.
“Wow, that’s fascinating?”
The young man blinked. He had a very innocent expression for his age.
“Don’t your eyes sting? “How come you don’t blink even once?”
Taking his gaze away from the young man, Lee Cheon-sang turned back to the corner of the Yacha.
The young man frowned.
“hey! Hey!”
Lee Cheon-sang stopped walking again and opened his mouth.
“Do you have business for me?”
It was a very blunt tone of voice.
The young man seemed to be tired of the heavy and husky voice, and an ‘Ugh’ came out of his mouth. The sound came out naturally.
“Are you a member of the Yasha Command?”
“exactly.”
“Oh, me too.”
“… … .”
What are we going to do?
Lee Cheon-sang was inwardly puzzled, but soon remembered. In society, there are times when you have to say hello even if you don’t know each other in person.
“Nice to meet you.”
“… … “I don’t think you’re welcome at all?”
The young man with his mouth sticking out his mouth soon relaxed his expression and approached.
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Lee Cheon-sang was startled without realizing it. This was because the opponent was trying to take full control without hesitation.
The young man took the gun with a smiling face.
“I am also part of the Yasha Command. “The name is Yang Geon (楊建), please take care of me.”
“It’s two thousand prizes.”
“Oh, that’s a nice name?”
“then.”
Lee Cheon-sang turned around again.
The young man’s eyes widened. How can you be so unsocial! It seemed like he wanted to shout.
“wait for a sec!”
Lee Cheon-sang looked back at Yang Geon again. A slight hint of fatigue appeared on her indifferent face.
“What happened again?”
Yang Geon said cheerfully.
“It was the first time we met in our newly assigned unit. “It’s going to be quiet, so why don’t we have a drink together?”
“I’m sorry.”
It was a fairly firm tone.
With those words, Lee Cheon-sang went into his dorm. It was truly an incredible speed that made you feel the determination not to be caught any longer.
Yang Geon scratched his head.
“He’s such a cold guy. “It’s squishy, it’s squishy.”
Feeling somewhat embarrassed, he kicked the ground with his toe and suddenly looked at the sweat-soaked floor.
“Hmm.”
A couple of wrinkles appeared between his smooth eyebrows.
“Your boxing skills were extraordinary. “I think he’s younger than me. Where was that kind of talent?”
Well, the new church itself was very wide. The organizational system is vast, so there are probably many hidden talents.
Yacharyeong is a unit that the religious leader directly ordered to be established. Regardless of the specificity of the mission, since it may attract the attention of the cult leader, they will try to recruit demons they know by mobilizing their connections here and there.
Most likely, that guy named Lee Cheon-sang is also a young talented person who came from a fairly good organization. So, he must have come and stayed in a unit that hasn’t even been officially established.
Yang Geon grinned.
“Are you excited?”
* * *
After cleansing his body in a water bath, Lee Cheon-sang locked himself in his room and practiced Geumgang Yacha magic.
‘That’s strange.’
Before coming here, Doheon showed me various magic books.
It was not given to you to learn it, but to encourage you to watch and study as many magic techniques as possible.
Lee Cheon-sang read all ten books on magic that Do-heon had saved him. Except for two or three of them, the level was not that high, but it was enough for him to learn the system called ‘Magong’.
‘Qi arises through will and is therefore influenced by the mind. In particular, demonic energy grows by being strongly stimulated by desire. Regardless of the level, the basics of all magic arts will be like this.’
I haven’t seen dozens or hundreds of magic books. But I could guess it well enough. Ultimately, the important thing in magic is desire.
Lee Cheon-sang felt puzzled.
‘Then why did it grow so much?’
For half a year, a bloody life-and-death battle took place in the fighting arena. In the process, he clung to Jin Ma Gong in order not to die and to see more.
Since I have no knowledge of martial arts, I do not know the extent of my achievements. However, as each day passed, the demon grew in size, became stronger, and was able to fight more easily.
And the Geumgang Yacha Ma Gong that I am currently learning.
According to Doheon’s words, Geumgang Yachamagong was a high-level martial art that was difficult to access unless you were the leader of a religious cult.
In fact, no magic technique that Lee Cheon-sang had ever seen could compare to Geumgang Yacha magic. The level of difficulty, vastness, depth, etc. was definitely high, and it was difficult to learn.
But that magic craft has already grown so much.
‘If you look at it from a nine-dimensional perspective, it is the state of the four natures.’
Because it was based on Buddhist martial arts, there were no distracting thoughts, and as the accidents continued, the quality of the magic gradually increased.
However, it did not lead to the growth of the magic craft itself. In order to raise the level of magic, a strong desire is needed, but Lee Cheon-sang’s desire was almost non-existent compared to that of an ordinary person.
‘If the enthusiasm to do something is also a desire, can I interpret this as being stimulated by it since I am also learning this martial art with passion?’
it could be. However, that would not apply to Lee Cheon-sang alone.
There are countless people who devote themselves to magical arts, even losing sleep, in order to become stronger. So, will all those people achieve this quickly?
‘I don’t know.’
It’s been less than a year since I first encountered magic. Even if he is accustomed to life-or-death situations, if he does not have strong internal strength, he is nothing more than a simple fighter.
‘With martial arts that I haven’t practiced for even a year, I defeated Gwangma Daewon.’
If you think about it, it was an incredible achievement. Aren’t each and every member of the Gwangma Team a top-notch expert?
They trained to vomit blood from a young age to reach that realm. It may be just one or two, but it cannot be said that all of their efforts went in the wrong direction.
In other words, it’s not them, but Lee Cheon-sang that’s strange.
‘Is it right to continue like this?’
unrealistic growth.
Growing a few steps faster than others can be seen as talent, but growth that overwhelms others may have reasons other than talent.
It cannot be considered right to continue training without realizing the reasons behind rapid growth. Lee Cheon-sang realized that.
I’ve been lost in thought for a while. Then he suddenly realized that the sun was setting.
Slurp.
He took off his lotus position and left the building, heading straight to Homiru. A nutritious meal will be essential to withstand the intense training.
When I arrived near Homiru.
“Howdy!”
Lee Cheon-sang turned around.
Yang Geon was running from far away.
“hey! I came here to eat! let’s eat together!”
The way he was jumping up and down in a panic was downright frivolous.
Lee Cheon-sang nodded.
“Sure.”
“Oh?”
Yang Geon’s eyes widened.
“Can we eat together?”
“Do whatever you want.”
“… … oh.”
It was unexpected. This is because, given Lee Cheon-sang’s personality, I thought I would ignore him and go up alone.
It was a moment when the effort of preparing about ten reasons to eat together, along with the readiness to be cruelly rejected, was useless.
“Joe, okay. “To celebrate my first friend today, I’ll buy you a drink!”
“friend?”
“why? “We are members of the same unit, so we are friends.”
Lee Cheon-sang stared at Yang Geon.
Yang Geon’s face became awkward. Meanwhile, his mouth did not rest.
“But your eyes don’t hurt? “I think it would sting a lot if I always walked around with such a red knit.”
“… … .”
“Ah, are you protecting yourself with your inner energy? But is it really necessary?”
Lee Cheon-sang, who had been looking at Yang Geon in silence for a while, turned around.
Yang Geon smiled sheepishly and followed behind him.
And I thought as I followed.
‘what? Don’t you want to eat friends? Anyway, your eyes are really strange.’
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