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“No, you can do it like this, why can’t you do it?”
“I understand that well… … .”
It was frustrating.
“Who swings the baton so weakly? Give strength to your little finger as well. And I keep taking steps a half beat later, ta, ta, ta, ta, ta. Match this beat. yes? Do you have no sense of rhythm? Before I could beat the crazy dog, I was bitten again. Ah, it’s over. It’s over. You are already dead and are now being composted outside. That’s good, that’s good. He was willing to sacrifice himself for a single weed in the desert. I’m also a farmer. Clap clap. Even the ending is beautiful.”
“Confucius too… “Your words are too harsh.”
“So what? “Are you going to blame me as you die?”
“No, I told you before, I have no feelings of resentment. “You keep saying this, so I’m starting to feel really resentful.”
“Oh, I knew it would be like this. You can’t live without hearing my resentment. Try again. “Even if it seems like you’re just swinging it around, it’s really powerful if you learn it.”
I swung the baton and showed three of the thirty-six paths of the batting stick technique. There is nothing that cannot be imitated, even if it is a series of movements. But the farmer hesitated, imitated my movements, and eventually fell asleep.
“what? “Why can’t I do this?”
Beyond being frustrated, I felt helpless. Why can’t I follow something so easy?
“ah.”
Suddenly, I understood Lanista’s feelings. I polished my molars. Although it grew again thanks to the power of Uyasu, I lived without a molar for four years. Why was I beaten so hard then? It’s not because he hates me. It’s just because I’m frustrated. The more I think about it, the more pissed I get. You psychopathic bastard, are you pulling out your molars out of frustration?
“Hmm, as expected, martial arts from martial arts doesn’t suit me. “It’s not something you can learn quickly.”
“Where on earth is this place called Moorim that teaches such bizarre things? Oh, it’s Saksin.”
There are less than three days left.
It’s time for some sparkle.
I thought back to his movements, which vaguely imitated Dandubongal’s herbivorous behavior. He was able to imitate it similarly because he applied the Dori Kageil that he had been wielding for decades. He is a farmer. He has stamina and strength developed through farming. And he must have swung the sickle, shovel, and hoe hundreds of times a day.
“It’s a realm that is too far away for me to capture.”
If you associate farming with how to kill people.
The martial arts techniques that Lanista imitated were truly diverse. One day, he brought a fishing rod and beat me, and he also beat me with musical instruments such as a flute, drum, and iron bell. Lanista liked to say, “I will dissuade you from returning to my species.” he said
[The flow is ultimately unified as one, so to reach the peak of nothingness, you must know all the flows.]
In other words, it means that each flow can become ‘nothingness’.
Wouldn’t it be possible for him to sublimate hoeing and shoveling into ‘nothingness’?
“Stand in the position I taught you until tomorrow morning. If you sit because your legs hurt or lie down because you’re bored, you just think of yourself as fertilizer. Don’t make excuses because it shows up on your body. If you’re lazy, they’ll call it fertilizer. “Human fertilizer, a lump of human excrement.”
“… All right.”
There is venom in the eyes of the simple farmer. It seems like he feels insulted to be called a piece of shit.
I taught him the martial arts qigong training postures. There is nothing to say about luck. Of course, my strength won’t come together. However, his muscles will always be tense and in a good condition for learning martial arts.
It was daunting at first.
I remembered the life of a farmer.
Whether in a past life or in this life.
Even the movements of the maids who were picking aronia.
“The eyes of a dog, the eyes of a dog, the eyes of God are strange.”
A farmer swings a sickle. Cut the barley.
Swing a sickle. cut off her head
The reeds are shaking. Farmers change their movements according to the wind.
Close your eyes and it becomes clearer.
As if watching a movie, the scenes you are thinking about are clearly played back.
After Cheonan Tong was opened, I was able to see even my imagination as if it were reality.
Unlike my previous imagination, which was vague, unclear, and dizzying.
“Flail.”
“Hoeing.”
“Pull weeds.”
“Planting rice.”
connected.
It has become a law to kill people.
* * *
“I’ll say it again, this is third-rate martial arts.”
“Yes, yes.”
“If you meet a skilled knight, you will die without moving.”
“yes? That means… “Are you saying it’s okay if I’m not an experienced driver?”
“If you can learn properly, at least you will be no match for the priests here.”
“oh… … .”
I just need to open the way.
Farming, which he learned and repeated endlessly in order to survive.
They just created a flow and paved the way by killing people.
achievement.
It’s up to him to decide what the outcome will be.
I picked up the pole and showed him the moves I had come up with all night.
It was a completely different reaction from when I showed the batting stick method.
“Wow, I can’t believe you’re hitting the flail so hard. “I’m not saying this to you, Confucius, but I think you’d be great at farming, too.”
“hmm? It’s hoeing. “Wow, I will plow the entire field in one minute.”
“Pulling weeds is a very difficult and troublesome job. “I just strengthen my grip.”
“yes? You pick watermelons like that? “You don’t have to twist it too hard, just cut off the top.”
There was a lot of talk.
It has to be that way.
Because the movements I showed him resembled farming, something he was very familiar with.
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“Try after me.”
He used to hesitate and awkwardly follow along when teaching martial arts, but now he is confident. And he followed the movements I taught him, but they were similar, and none of the movements were completely copied.
That was important.
It’s similar.
It’s like imitating something similar.
“The first move is the flail, the second move is the hoe. First, let’s apply these two things in practice. “I’ll be your opponent, so fight to your heart’s content.”
“But Confucius, your physical strength… To be honest, I too have reached my limit.”
Even the farmer’s stamina was depleted, but I didn’t care.
“Don’t worry. “I have one reliable helper.”
“If you are a helper… … .”
he can’t see
The cutest helper in the world is by your side.
The farmer didn’t realize it, though.
The reason he stays in such good shape even after practicing Qigong all night long is due to Dalby’s influence. Dalbi liked the man. It started with the way they excitedly trampled the wounded man with their hoofs as he came up from the entrance gate. I guess he likes the taste of being beaten.
A crude but martial art was born.
“Well, this martial art is called ‘Nonghwageombeop’.”
“Hi! What is ‘the law of swordsmanship’? A commoner learns how to use a sword… … .”
“What are you talking about now? Anyway, the more plausible the better. Since it is a sword method that was forcibly created based on the hard labor experience of farmers, it is not that great. In the first place, even if you told someone to teach you, there would be no one to learn from, and since it would only use up a lot of stamina, there would be no one to follow along.”
The farming and sword techniques were truly ignorant.
It was forcibly twisted to match the farmer’s movements.
It is not a proper swordsmanship. Could it be learned from a similarly skilled farmer?
so.
In other words, it is the optimal martial arts technique for him.
“You can learn this or not. “It would be difficult to follow anyway.”
Lastly, I showed him a move that could be called the ‘secret technique’ of Nonghwageombeop.
Actually, I didn’t think he would imitate this move.
It was a movement that was born playfully from my growing imagination.
“Biggie.”
I swung the baton randomly. It was similar to Shaolin martial arts, but more passionate and promiscuous. It looked as if a child was complaining, or as if he was expelling a bug from his body. However, even though it is this flimsy, the power it contains is extraordinary.
A farmer chasing locusts,
He swings his baton wildly and constantly attacks his surroundings.
“You can’t follow me, right?”
“… yes.”
Biggie.
It is ‘chasing a swarm of locusts.’
* * *
Test of struggle.
The curtain was raised again.
The first fighter to compete was a farmer who cowardly defeated his opponent in the round of 16.
The violent cult wanted to weed out the people it didn’t need.
But the results were completely different from their expectations.
Although the opponent is a believer, he is a powerful person who passed the entrance gate without any injuries.
However, after a five-minute duel, the farmer won.
Unlike previous fights, they fought head on and won.
* * *
The red-haired boy also won.
An overwhelming victory.
There were people shouting his name.
I was next. This time I also picked up a weapon. This is an iron bar used by farmers.
Ha, I think today’s match will be the toughest fight.
* * *
The game is over.
I won, but barely.
The time it took was 9 minutes and 49 seconds, which was close.
I took a deep breath and wiped the blood from my cheek.
My legs lost strength due to the fierce fight.
I staggered out of the stadium.
When I passed through the hallway and returned to the waiting room, I felt refreshed as if nothing had happened.
“Are you okay?”
The farmer asked worriedly. The red-haired kid who was dozing off in his chair also glances away.
I answered with a shrug.
“It’s been a long time since I felt that. Oh, Mr. Farmer. “I’ve been too harsh all this time, haven’t I?”
“Yes?”
The farmer was embarrassed. This was because he was too cheerful for someone who had just fought to the death. Actually, although I was beaten, I didn’t have any injuries. It’s just that it was so hard to pretend like that. I learned a lot from the violent school.
In particular, I understand the feelings of Lanista, who seemed like he would never understand!
They say it’s harder to conserve strength, but it is true.
The opponent was weak.
Just like in the round of 16, this was an enemy that could be defeated with just one finger.
But I was willing to humble myself for education.
I won using only farming and sword techniques, and in addition, I adjusted my physical condition to that of a farmer and fought fiercely as if I were him. At the moment of fighting, it wasn’t me, it was you. This is to find out the points of improvement and complementation in the farming and hunting method.
After gaining inner strength, my level went far beyond the normal level.
So I didn’t understand. The adversity he faced.
It was the same way that Lanista imitated many martial artists to teach me. From the beginning until now. The reason why Lanista still teaches me martial arts is because he believed that he had no further way to rise. So he had no choice but to humble himself weakly.
A lion imitating a rat?
It’s easy if you just spit it out with your mouth.
I once again realize his monstrous abilities.
I was able to follow along with the power of Cheonan Tong, but what on earth did he do?
Moreover, just imitating the farmer was so difficult and overwhelming, but he has shown me more than dozens of martial artists so far. He’s crazy, really. Moreover, isn’t the difference between me and Lanista much higher than the difference between me and the farmer?
“Is this the Dunning-Kruger effect?”
The more ignorant you are, the braver you are.
The more you know, the more you realize.
“Come this way. mister.”
“Yes.”
Until the next match, I scolded him harshly and taught him how to use a sword with a sword.
* * *
Test of Struggle Lesson 4.
It was the night before the game.
The red-haired kid who had been silent all this while spoke to me quietly.
“Naland Jr., when I first met you, you were a beginner who had not even held a weapon.”
I made eye contact with him expressionlessly. So what?
“But it grows explosively in just a few days and is beating even those who are used to fighting. “What happened?”
“what.”
“… “Isn’t it all because of your teachings?”
“however.”
“No, why do you keep speaking informally from earlier… … .”
“If you tease me, speak informally.”
He frowned and sat down on his bed, but after a while he got up again and walked towards me.
“It was in the first round. How did you kill that bastard? It seems like it wields some strange power. “Are you a wizard?”
When he used honorifics and pretended to be measured, I thought he was either a squire from a vassal family related to the Solgar family or an apprentice knight. But when he spoke informally, his tone completely changed. This is the speaking style of someone who grew up in the back alleys.
A little curiosity arose in him.
I decided to talk to him for a while.
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