Absolute Regression Chapter 205

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Please allow me to be the 205th.

Gowol was working in his room.

This time, I was making a budget for how and where to spend the money I got from the fresh vegetables. I calculated, organized, and made plans. The work was endless.

At that time, someone who could make this repeated hardship less difficult came in urgently.

“Lee Gongja and Kwon Ma, let’s go back to the church.”

At the words of the leader of the Pungcheon sect, the brush in Gowol’s hand stopped for a moment and then started moving again.

“when?”

“I think you’re going to leave right now.”

Looking at Gowol, who was still working, the leader of the Pungcheon Church asked.

“Aren’t you sad that he’s going to study engineering?”

“It’s too bad. You’re a busy person, so you should go when you have time.”

“I’ll go too.”

Gowol was still absorbed in his work.

“I’m really going! I’m not joking!”

“If the leader leaves, I will return with him.”

I was just being grumpy because I was just working, but Go-wol’s reaction was unexpected. He really said he wanted to go back with me.

“really?”

“Yes. If the leader goes, I will go too. I won’t do it alone.”

A smile appeared on the lips of the leader of the Pungcheon Church.

“Even if it’s just empty words, it feels good. Okay, where are you going? I have to finish up some work.”

“Let’s go.”

“It’s okay. I’ve already been there and come back.”

The leader of the Pungcheon sect flew all the way to Cheonmasingyo at Gowol’s single word.

“And if I go back now, I’ll be out of my mind.”

“why?”

“The engineer is going to kill the second-in-command of the Apostolic Alliance.”

Go-wol was startled. It was the most surprising news that the leader of the Fengtian sect had delivered when he entered the room.

“Yellow?”

“Yeah, that guy!”

The leader of the Fengchun sect knew about Yalulhan. He had met him in the past.

“No matter how much of a scientist he is, it won’t be easy for him.”

I had never met Go-wol in person. I only knew from rumors that he was a formidable opponent. But that wasn’t the problem.

“The leader will never allow it anyway.”

The leader of the Fengchun Church recalled what Geommu-geuk had said earlier. About his magic. About his attitude toward evil.

“If Lee Gongja becomes a Cheonma… … he will really change a lot.”

Gowol stopped brushing his teeth for a moment and spoke.

“Hasn’t it changed a lot already?”

And they were at the center of that change.

That’s when the sword dance came in.

“I think the news of our leader’s departure has already spread. I think I should leave this way.”

“Take care.”

“You’re leaving me behind, suffering like this again.”

“There’s not much work left to do. I’ll finish it well and go back.”

“Money?”

“I think I can finish it with the money I collected from the fresh vegetables.”

“That’s good. Let’s keep in touch by letter.”

“Yes. Please take good care of it, Your Majesty. Oh, and you can use the completed local information network at any time.”

Just hearing about Geommugeuk was reassuring. If the information networks of Tongcheon-gak and Gowol were combined, Geommugeuk himself would be the one who could obtain the most information and the fastest in the martial arts world.

“Have you thought of a name for this intelligence organization?”

“Please, Confucius, decide.”

“I’d like to name you Eunwol (隱月), after you. What do you think?”

Go-wol’s eyes wavered. He was grateful for the consideration of Geommu-geuk, who made it by including his name.

“I really like it. Thank you for your consideration.”

“I should be the one thanking you. I’m sorry for entrusting you with such a difficult task from the start.”

“I am grateful that you have entrusted me with such an important task from the beginning.”

While Geommu-geuk and Gowol were saying goodbye, Pungcheon-gyoju and Kwon-ma also shared a brief farewell.

The leader of the Pungcheon sect greeted Kwon Ma first.

“It was nice meeting you this time.”

“I didn’t know that the leader was so devoted to his disciples. Thank you.”

In fact, the leader of the Fengchun sect didn’t have any close friends among the demons. The only one he was close with was Mabul, but they had already fallen out.

I had a chance to become close with Kwon Ma this time, but we couldn’t have a deep conversation because we were just friends.

“Let’s have a drink next time we get the chance.”

It was the sincerity of the leader of the Pungcheon sect.

“Hey, Lee Gongja. Please ask for my permission.”

This was also true.

* * *

I ran with Kwon Ma at light speed.

On the way there, I took my time and enjoyed myself, but on the way back, I ran at a terrifying speed.

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We ran without stopping until it got dark. We covered the distance that had taken us several days in half a day.

“Let’s camp here today. Please sit down for a moment.”

I skillfully cleaned up the surroundings. First, I laid out leaves to make a place for Kwonma to sit so that he could rest comfortably.

I was grateful to him. I never imagined he would allow this. Considering my relationship with my father, he was the one who would have opposed it the most, but he prioritized my relationship with him.

While Kwonma was eating breakfast with his eyes closed, I lit a bonfire in front of him.

I caught some game and cooked it. Before leaving, I stopped by the inn and bought some spices for the dishes, so I was able to serve them a pretty tasty meal.

“Did you bring the seasoning too?”

“Yes. This is the most important thing when going on a long journey. How does it taste?”

“It’s delicious.”

“Do you know whose secret recipe for this seasoning is this?”

“It tastes like what the cult leader used to make.”

I was surprised by those words.

“Have you tried your father’s cooking?”

“I’ve had it a couple of times before. There was a time when I used to hang out with the cult leader a lot. We fought a lot back then.”

For a moment, I imagined my father and Kwonma.

Two men, Cheonma and Kwonma.

I remember my father when he was young. Next to him, I see the young Kwonma. The boy who fought in the arena became Kwonma, and the young man who chose him became Cheonma.

I imagined two blunt, manly, and most aggressive men in the martial arts world, roaming the world of martial arts. They would not be afraid of anyone, and they would not be intimidated by anyone.

Just as I fought the enemy back to back with the evil Soma, the two of them would have fought while relying on each other.

And at night, they would light a bonfire like this and eat meat and drink alcohol. They would hardly talk.

Maybe Kwon-ma is reminiscing about his younger days while camping with me.

“There is alcohol here too.”

I took out the alcohol I had brought and poured it for her.

A glass of wine around a campfire with Kwonma was exciting.

“When it comes to travel, the return trip is more important.”

“Why is that?”

“Do you know when the final completion of a journey is? When I open my room and go in and throw myself on the bed, saying, ‘Ah! I’m finally back!’ So we are running towards that final moment. It is a time that is more important than the excitement of departure.”

Kwonma looked at me with strange eyes.

“How do you know so well?”

Because my past life was a series of long journeys, and I had no room to return to.

At that time, my room was in the yard of the ghost’s house. When I brought the Dafa materials and saw his surprised face, I thought, “Ah! I did it!” I felt a very brief sense of relief.

“This trip with Master was so great.”

I get along well with this honest and quiet person. Now, I talk a lot, joke, laugh, and make a fuss. But originally, I was very similar to that guy.

“By the way, when you go back, please reduce the time you spend participating in the training of the Iron Fist.”

He asked me specifically if Kwon Ma-do was going to do that.

“Should I participate in just one a day? Today, a hundred books, tomorrow, a green book. Like this.”

“No. Then Master, don’t you have to see them every day? Don’t do that. Just see all four places a day as usual, but participate only once every five days.”

“Oh, okay?”

“As for the rest, do whatever you want, Master. It will be entirely your time.”

“What about the late-night training meeting?”

“Do whatever you want. If you want to come, come. If you want to rest, rest.”

Kwon-ma nodded. This trip to Nong-taeng changed Kwon-ma’s life. The results of that change are anticipated.

As soon as the sun rose, we ran and ran. When we ran like that and our internal energy was low, we sat together and recovered our internal energy with a breakfast of unki.

So we ran without stopping and returned to the school.

* * *

When I returned to Cheonmasingyo, my father was in the iron cell.

Our school’s iron room boasts the largest scale in the martial arts world.

Inside the huge iron chamber, hundreds of shirtless men were melting molten iron and pounding iron.

The sweltering heat, the smell of sweat, and the smell of iron.

Kaang! Bang! Kaang!

I have always loved the sound of iron striking. The dangerous intensity of swords clashing against swords is contained in that sound. That is why that sound always sounds hot.

The men whose eyes met mine bowed in greeting. I gave them a quick greeting and walked away.

I could see my father in the distance. Even in this place where many people were coming and going, my father’s presence was clear. In a picture where everything looked black and white, my father alone stood out like a red dot.

My father was standing with Kwak Bang-ju, the person in charge of the ironworks here and also known as Shin-su. Kwak Bang-ju was showing his father the newly made sword. Whenever he made a new weapon, he would always ask his father for his opinion before mass-producing it.

Since the two people were talking while examining the sword so seriously, I waited a little ways away.

The world’s greatest swordsman and the world’s greatest swordsmith are exchanging opinions. Could there be a more moving scene in this iron room?

Once these newly made swords are approved, they are mass-produced to replace the swords of the school’s unmanned personnel. The iron shop improves swords about once every five years, or at most once every ten years.

This improved sword is given to all the warriors of the school. Each person may use a different sword at his/her own discretion, but most of the warriors of the school use the sword made by the school’s ironworks. That shows how good the quality is.

At that moment, my father looked over. My eyes met his. Are you back? Yes, I am back. It was a short and simple but very welcome greeting.

I greeted my father with a loud voice.

“How have you been? I have returned after completing my important duties in the Central Plains.”

Then my father said to me.

“Secondary? I heard you went to play hide and seek with Kwon-ma?”

“I don’t know who is spreading such unpleasant rumors.”

Of course, it’s me. When I leave the Central Plains, I periodically send news of myself through Tongcheon-gak. If you cooperate like this, I can actively receive help when I need it later.

Kwak Bang-ju looked at us with a slightly surprised expression. He must have been surprised to see my father and I talking so comfortably.

“Come here and see my new sword.”

I examined the sword my father had given me. After examining it closely, I told him what I felt.

“It’s a bit lighter than the original sword. It’s also a bit longer.”

As soon as I noticed, a look of admiration crossed Kwak’s eyes.

“It’s a subtle difference, but you can tell.”

“Yes, sir, I have practiced a lot with the sword.”

“What do you think?”

“I honestly don’t know because I’ve been using my fists more than swordsmanship lately.”

I just laughed it off. If I had to say something, I could suggest it, but would I really need to do that when my father is here?

Father conveyed his thoughts to Kwak Bang-ju.

“I think it would be better if it was just a little bit lighter. The length is just right now.”

“Understood, Reverend.”

My father agreed with my thoughts. He even pointed out things I hadn’t even thought of.

“Tighten the grip of the sword a little. It seems more slippery than before.”

“Understood, Reverend.”

“Thank you for your hard work.”

“I will contact you again when it is finished.”

My father came out of the iron room, and I also greeted Kwak Bang-ju and followed him out. As my father passed by, the men standing in his path all stopped and bowed. The respect and fear they had for my father were like the hot fire they were handling.

“When did you come?”

“I just arrived.”

“What about Kwonma?”

“I’ll arrive in about half an hour.”

“Didn’t you come with me?”

“At the last minute, he suggested we make a bet on light air power.”

After a moment, I spoke to my father.

“I have become Kwonma’s disciple.”

My father’s footsteps stopped for a moment. I had already told him about this in advance and had even received his permission, but for some reason I felt nervous.

I wonder how my father feels?

Would you be offended? Or indifferent? Or would you think it was a good thing?

No matter how hard I try to see my father clearly, it is really hard to know his heart. This incident was definitely something that had some meaning to him, but my father showed no emotion at all about it.

“What about martial arts?”

“I have learned all six volumes of the Wall Power Shura Kwon.”

“It seems like that person still doesn’t know how pitiful you are. I should have taught him the last two volumes while watching him do them.”

“Father. If the masters keep acting like that for no reason, their martial arts skills will be lost.”

We walked across the Great Demonic Ceremony toward the Cheonma Hall. The passing minions bowed to my father and greeted him.

“Father, I have something to ask you. It’s very important.”

We stopped in the middle of the Great Demonstration Hall. We wanted to talk here, in this open space, not in Cheonmajeon. This was a matter of the Central Plains, and outside of our school.

“I want to kill the evil spirit of the Apostle Alliance. Please allow me.”

It was a situation where a scolding might have been expected.

But instead of a scolding, his father’s lips formed his characteristic sneer.

“Absolutely not!”

He stood before the Buddha with absolute certainty. With that firm refusal, my father turned around and walked away.

“I will try to get permission from now on. That is what I was trying to say.”

My father just walked away without saying a word. His back seemed to be telling me that no matter how hard you tried, he wouldn’t allow it.

I have declared war on my father. From now on, I must somehow persuade him. Perhaps getting permission to kill Yalulhan may be more difficult than doing so.

Anyway, as I watched my father’s back as he walked towards Cheonmajeon, I felt like I was back at school again.

“Ah! Home is really nice!”

I came back to my happy home where giant demon statues were swinging swords and swords everywhere.

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