Became the Academy Mafia Episode 270
“Oh? “Isn’t that a Japanese morning greeting?”
… … It seems like the old man doesn’t know about iron fists.
“Oh, no. There’s just something about it. But what about Bung-kwon?”
“Yes, Bungkwon. Do you know anything about Bungwon?”
If not for the story of the game, the Bungkwon I know is a simple shout while moving forward.
When I answered as I knew, Kwak Chun-sik nodded and said as if he knew that.
“Then try it.”
“What?”
“What do you mean? I’m asking you to try the skills you know.”
“… … “Here?”
Books and documents placed all over the area. And even the bookshelves that fill one side of the wall.
Since the room was being used as an office by an elderly person, I wondered if it was okay to punch here.
“Well, it’s just a simple punch. Is there a law that says you can’t do that here? “Would you like to give it a try?”
The person who scratches his pride and suggests that I resign.
For now, I decided to give it a try as he wanted.
First, ground your legs firmly on the floor, catch your breath, and slowly let your breathing spread throughout your body.
Next, clearly recognize the target point, move forward and shift the center of gravity.
Stretch out your arms so that all of that power is fully concentrated in your fists.
phut!!
A fist powerfully stretched forward.
The air explodes due to the pressure applied for a moment, and a bursting sound resounds. This level of power even without using aura.
“Oh.”
When the spirit is perfectly matched, Kwak Chun-sik shakes his head.
“I don’t know why you’re putting such strange energy into it… … “It’s wrong after all.”
“What do you mean?”
I was confident that at this level, the moment I put in the auror, it would be effective enough to deal with the villains I met last time.
But is it wrong?
“okay. “Let’s go outside first.”
“Why is it suddenly… outside?” … .”
“You bastard, shouldn’t you show me what Bungwon you need to learn?”
“No, since it was just a simple punch, didn’t you say it’s okay to do it here?”
“That’s you. Are you and me the same?”
“no… … .”
It’s not the same thing… … I felt unfair because I felt like I was somehow caught up in the old man’s pace.
Yet, it is a thought that secretly lingers in my mind.
‘What on earth are you doing this to show me?’
I couldn’t help but be excited.
It was ‘him’ Kwak Chun-sik’s power, not anyone else’s.
As I followed Kwak Chun-sik outside, the fresh air, even in the city, swept through my lungs.
I feel it every time I come, but the air in Budokan is completely different from the air in the city.
As if enjoying the fresh air, the old man turned his back and slowly headed towards the sparring hall where the scarecrows were.
“Let’s see… … Yeah, this guy would be nice.”
The old man standing in front of the scarecrow began to step back.
One step.
Two steps.
Three steps.
Four steps.
He stepped back to a distance where he could almost touch me if he stretched out his arms or even stretched out his feet, then turned his head to look at me.
“Watch carefully, why did I say you were wrong when you punched me?”
A cool wind begins to blow, causing Kwak Chun-sik’s clothes to flutter.
Suuh──
Simple breathing.
But the depth is quite constant.
He slowly moves his feet as if sweeping the floor.
The soles of his feet slowly touching the floor, like falling leaves.
However, it looked like an old tree rooted to the ground.
and.
Flash!
His fist shoots forward as if it were going to bounce off.
Crispy──!
At the same time, the face of the scarecrow in the distance was crushed and smashed.
For sure… … It didn’t seem like he was using auras?
At that time, a system window appeared before my eyes.
[I witnessed with my own eyes a technology that reached its peak.]
[Bung Kwon (崩拳). A technique of striking the opponent by concentrating the center of gravity on the fist.]
[Understanding of Bunggwon increases significantly.]
They say what I just saw was extreme. It was just a simple punch.
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“her… … .”
Really, where will this old man end up… … ?
“Looking at your expression, I guess you’ve figured it out? “The difference between you and me.”
“I can’t believe it even when I see it with my own eyes. Isn’t it strange that you don’t notice?”
He waves his hands after hearing my story.
“Don’t say anything. When other guys see this, they think he used an auror and say, ‘You’re amazing!’, ‘You’re awesome!’ Master!’ “You keep making the same fuss, but judging by your reaction, I guess you realized that I didn’t use my auror.”
Those who reacted that way were not strange.
This is because humans who did not use auras attacked enemies from a distance purely with their bodies and skills. It may be difficult to understand with common sense.
Probably, if you weren’t someone who could read the flow of aurors as well as I, you wouldn’t have noticed it easily.
“Now then, let me ask you. Eugene, what do you think is the difference between you and me?”
A question that suddenly comes to mind.
But it was a question that gave me a lot to think about.
Kwak Chun-sik did not use Auror. He just stretched out his fist. If there is a difference between him and me… … .
“Where did you get the strength to throw your fist? “Isn’t it like this?”
Is it because of the message window that said my comprehension level has increased significantly? The answer flows out of my mouth.
The old man smiles and nods his head.
“Yes, I guess I saw it correctly. “There are other things, but the biggest difference is what you said.”
While saying that, Kwak Chun-sik approaches me again with his back to me, grabs my fist, and raises it.
“It’s something I’ve always felt. “Did you learn your fighting style from Farnello?”
“yes? How… … .”
“If you pretend, you pretend. A method of attacking using the most efficient route using instinct. A method that feels like ‘hunting’ rather than combat. “Is there anyone else around you who fights like that other than Farnello?”
Listening to him say that, I thought that was definitely the case.
Because I could see that my current fighting style was solely the result of my physical talent and Parnello’s attribute, Sparta.
“Let’s take some of that color out first.”
“What do you mean, taking out the color?”
He let go of his fist in response to my question. He responded by pressing my shoulder, neck, or stomach.
“It is true that that method suits you. But I think you have other talents as well.”
“When you say it’s someone else’s talent… … ?”
“Think of your father, Vito Caglione.”
Father’s talent?
“It’s simple, quick, natural and honest. In any fight, always keep calculating in your head and fight in a way that will give you an advantage. What is that but your father’s way? To compare… … “It feels like a mixture of Farnello and me.”
After hearing what he said, I thought it was plausible.
I, too, was not the type of person to fight based on my instincts, but was the type to mix up calculations during battle.
“So, first, let’s take out the ones dyed with Farnello’s color. first… … yes.”
As if he had thought of a good method, he smiled and pointed to a rock on one side of the sparring hall.
“30,000 times from the beginning of the regime. start.”
* * *
Did you say it was the calm before the storm?
I definitely thought I rested more comfortably and cozily than usual yesterday.
I never thought something like this would happen today.
“Sigh… … Sigh… … .”
Before we knew it, the regime had been criticized more than 10,000 times.
No, is it more than that? To be honest, I forgot to count the moment I passed 8,000.
Thump-thump-thump-thump-
What kind of rock am I hitting? Even though I hit it so many times with my awakened body, only my fists turn red. It was firmly holding its position.
How did you throw your fist? At what angle and how… … .
“Don’t lose your mind. continue.”
Just as I was about to lose consciousness, something tapped my shoulder from behind and woke me up.
Kwak Chun-sik, my mentor and teacher. And the man who made me criticize the government 10,000 times.
“You shouldn’t instinctively give in to something just because it’s difficult. You must not be consumed by your instincts. Punch in the most concise and accurate way, calculating everything so that the force is transmitted to the tip of the fist.”
His words ring clearly in my ears and I come back to my senses.
How were the punches I’ve thrown so far? What was the best regime change I’ve ever seen?
At that moment, an image passes through my mind.
… … Defeat your father’s regime.
Ariete (ram).
My father’s attack at Walpurgis was the best regime-defying attack I have ever seen.
What was the angle of criticizing the regime? What is the distribution of power? What is the speed?
It’s definitely like this… … .
Fighting.
At that time, the feeling at the tip of my fist changed.
The surface of the rock, which seemed to never break, is cracking, albeit slightly.
“Huh, even without looking, I think I can tell who he was thinking of when he hit it. okay. “Continue with that angle, that force, and that speed.”
thud. thud. thud. thud.
The sensations felt at the fingertips and the constant sounds heard in the ears are gradually changing.
This activity, which was difficult until just now, begins to become more fun as time passes.
It was meaningless to count numbers anymore.
I felt like I could do this for the rest of my life without having to eat or drink anything, just by the simple act of punching.
Concentration. Concentration. Just focus.
I became dizzy.
A mysterious feeling as if you were at the border between consciousness and unconsciousness, rather than completely losing consciousness as before.
thud-! thud-! thud-! thud-!
Any thoughts about the rock have long since disappeared.
My mind is just focused on punching. A moment when I couldn’t even feel how much time had passed.
“stop.”
“… … Huh. Huh. Huh. “Huh.”
Kwak Chun-sik’s voice filled with aura completely awakened my consciousness.
“stop. “That’s enough.”
His hand holding my fist.
My hands, which had been continuously hitting the rock, were already stained with blood to the point where my skin color was unrecognizable.
And the rock in front of me… … .
“Did I do this?”
It was completely shattered and mixed with the blood-soaked dirt of the sparring hall.
“Yes, it was about 27,000 times. From then on, I just kept punching the air. “I felt like my posture was getting better, so I left it alone.”
As I glanced at the sky, I saw the sunset slowly setting.
A day had passed before I knew it.
“Then let’s check it out.”
After saying that, he again pointed to the scarecrow’s body with its head exploded.
“Would you like to throw your fist at that? It’s okay if it’s not necessarily a bung-gwon. “Punch your fist in the way you are most confident in.”
“… … .”
After listening to his words, I slowly move towards where the scarecrow is.
Chubbuk- Chubbuk- Chubbuk-
The distance between the scarecrow and me is 4 steps. It’s a distance you can’t reach even if you stretch out your feet.
But why? Now, I was confident that if I punched, I would definitely reach there.
I take a breath, clench my fists, and look at the scarecrow in front of me.
Just as I said until now.
Reproduce the flow, speed, power, and trajectory of the fist.
No, the word Jaehyun didn’t fit right now. Because it spread naturally even without being conscious of it.
──!
Paang!
A fist thrown into the air with a cheerful sound.
at the same time.
fluttering-
The scarecrow, which was clearly out of reach, swayed slightly back and forth.
“… … Elderly. Have you seen it? “The scarecrow has moved.”
Even though it was clearly a fist that did not carry an aura, the Scarecrow reacted.
“What kind of movement? “It must have been windy.”
“What a wind! “It definitely moved with my fist!”
When I told him with confidence that I had moved, the old man clicked his tongue and said, ‘Tsk.’
“Ahh, tsk tsk… … Originally, I had planned to spend a whole week just imposing the regime, but I never thought it would happen in just one day. This is why talented people… … !”
The old man grumbled like that and then quickly threw something.
“uh? “What is this?”
“What the hell! Would you be able to go to the DMZ with your fists so tattered? “Eat it quickly and follow me!”
After saying that, he turns around.
I looked at the object in my hand in confusion.
[Name: Five Hundred Years Ha Hao]
[Grade: Unique]
[Type: Elixir]
[Description: This is Hasoocho, which has been imbued with the spiritual energy of five hundred years. Increases the regenerative power of the eater.]
“… … “Elderly.”
“Hmm! “I go first!”
Really.
You can’t be honest… … .
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