Episode 269: I Saw Your Father Again.
Thud thud.
The man in the hat arrived at a small workshop, making steady footsteps.
The man took off his hat and threw it against the wall.
The hat hung lightly on top of the yellow robe hanging on the wall.
The man was a middle-aged man with long, narrow eyes. His eyes, revealing a mysterious aura, could overcome all sorts of trickery, and the dark expression on his face gave the impression that he had been through many hardships.
The man sat on a small chair and began to make a wooden doll.
Square, square.
In the small space, the only sound was the sound of a chisel cutting through wood. The man was carving wood with extraordinary skill, and a wooden doll the size of a finger was being created.
At that moment, a young man entered the place without a sound. He was a handsome man with a refreshing and bold appearance, and his eyes were filled with energy.
He approached the middle-aged man who was carving wood from behind. His technique was unusual, as he drew his sword and walked without making a sound.
Shhhh.
The young man’s sword was drawn and landed next to the middle-aged man’s neck.
The sound of the square was not heard. It was not because of the sword aimed at his neck. The small carving knife in the middle-aged man’s hand was now floating in front of the young man who was swinging the sword.
The young man put away his sword and caught the carving knife in midair with his hand.
But the carving knife did not move at all, as if it was being held by something invisible.
The young man tried to move it by writing down its history, but it was impossible. When the young man finally gave up on moving the carving knife, the middle-aged man said.
“A master cannot be attacked from behind. That is why he is called a master. When you kill a master, you must kill him by looking into his eyes.”
The young man asked at that.
“Isn’t that more difficult?”
“That’s easier. Only when you realize that can you become a true master who can kill masters.”
Square, square.
The sound of the carving knife cutting through the wood was heard again. The carving knife that had been floating in the air was now in the hands of a middle-aged man. It was so natural that it felt as if the carving knife had never left the middle-aged man’s hand in the first place.
“I will keep that in mind, Master.”
The young man bowed his head politely.
The two men were priests.
Outside the window, he could see the figures of the unmanned men standing around the workshop. The words engraved on their chests were the same as those engraved on the young man’s chest: “Destruction of Demons.”
These were the warriors of the Demon Squad, the elite of the Murim Alliance.
The young man was the grandson of the current martial arts leader and the Demon Destruction Lord, Jin Ha-gun. The older brother of Jin Ha-ryeong, who had a connection with the Geommu Theater, was this young man. After he entered the Demon Destruction Lord, he rose to the position of Demon Destruction Lord solely on his own ability.
The middle-aged man was his master, Baek Cheon-gyeong.
“You haven’t been slacking off on your training lately.”
Jin Ha-gun has not yet received the martial arts skills of his grandfather and the leader of the martial arts world, Jin Pae-cheon. His grandfather hoped that he would become a worthy successor with his own skills.
He officially declared that he would not give any special privileges to his grandson.
“I am practicing while reducing my sleep.”
Jin Ha-gun walked to the display stand in the center of the workshop. On top of the display stand, Baek Cheon-gyeong’s hand-carved dolls were acting out a scene of fighting.
The scene was so vivid that it looked like a real fight was taking place. The fight between the white-robed warriors and the black-robed warriors. It looked like a fight between black and white.
Jin Ha-gun said, looking down at it.
“The rumors coming from the Demonic Cult recently are not trivial.”
Baek Cheon-gyeong was silent and focused on his sculpture.
“It is said that the new leader of the Geommu Geuk sect is growing in power by taking over all of the Mazone.”
Despite those words, Baek Cheon-gyeong acted as if it was nothing and turned the wooden doll he was carving around to check if it was carved well.
“To be honest, I care about him.”
Then Baek Cheon-gyeong’s hand movements stopped. He got up from his seat and walked towards the disciple at the display stand.
“What does this fight look like here?”
“The white-clad warriors look at a disadvantage.”
“Why do you think there are more white-clad warriors?”
“Because of the interest.”
Jin Ha-gun pointed with his finger at the black-clad warrior who was leading the fight and swinging his sword.
“You saw it. It’s because of interest. Interest is dominating the board and leading the fight.”
Baek Cheon-gyeong lowered his body and looked at the wooden doll with his small, long eyes.
“Do you want to play this role?”
“Yes, I want to stand there. No, I definitely will.”
“Yes, you’ve been like that since you were little. You’ve never been afraid to challenge yourself, and you never give up.”
Jin Ha-gyeong’s heart was filled with emotion whenever his master gave him such praise. That’s why he practiced harder in everything and tried never to give up. Since his parents passed away at an early age, he lived thinking of Baek Cheon-gyeong as his father.
“The person standing here now is a swordsman.”
Jin Ha-gun could not refute. He knew that Geommu-geuk had ascended to the position of the Young Leader in the most splendid manner among all the successors.
On the other hand, he himself has not yet officially ascended to the position of successor.
Baek Cheon-gyeong slowly touched the doll with his fingers.
“How are you going to break this momentum?”
Jin Ha-gun answered as if he had been waiting for it.
“I heard that the Geommu-geuk is currently in the Honam region. They are said to be holding the son of the Cheonhwamun leader captive there and putting pressure on the Cheonhwamun.”
He was paying attention to the movements of the sword dance, which he considered his rival in his mind.
“Cheonhwamun is a sect with immense power, but it is impossible for them to deal with the Demonic Cult alone. If you can save them from the clutches of the Demonic Cult… … .”
Baek Cheon-gyeong’s gaze turned to the hero doll.
“You will be able to lead the fight from now on.”
Jin Ha-gun asked cautiously.
“Isn’t the Cheonhwamun originally a sect that went back and forth between the Demonic Cult and the Sadomasochism?”
The Cheonhwamun known to the outside world was in contact with the Demonic Cult, the Sadomasochism, and the Murim Alliance.
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Then Baek Cheon-gyeong’s gaze turned to the doll again.
“Can you stand in that position by doing something easy?”
Jin Ha-gun is a confident person in everything he does, but he couldn’t speak loudly in this case.
“If it were up to me, I would like to lead the Demon Extermination Corps and attack Honamjidan to rescue the son of the Cheonhwamun Lord… … .”
If that happens, a war with the Demonic Cult will break out. Not only will you lose your status as a hero, you could become an eternal sinner.
Jin Ha-gun, who had been thinking for a moment, spoke cautiously.
“When dealing with the Demonic Cult, the Demon Extermination Leader has a unique authority that he can use during his term. If the Leader accepts my special authority, I can put pressure on the Demonic Cult in the name of the Martial Arts Alliance. However, I don’t know if the Cheonhwamun is a sect worth that much.”
“Cheonhwamun is a large sect in itself, but there are dozens of small and medium-sized sects that follow it. If Cheonhwamun can be restored to its original form, there will be no greater achievement than this.”
“I know that the Lord of Heavenly Flowers is not a person who can be easily manipulated. He has been able to walk a tightrope between the two of them so far, and he may later collude with the Sadomaeng and turn his back on the help we have given him.”
Jin Ha-gun thought of Cheonhwamunju, who had been wandering around here and there, as a fox.
At that moment, a surprising word came out of Baek Cheon-gyeong’s mouth.
“I will take care of that.”
Jin Ha-gun was surprised. Although he was a master who was well-versed in the world of martial arts, he had never personally intervened in the affairs of the martial arts world. And the reason for this was something that impressed Jin Ha-gun.
“If you can accomplish this, you will make a decisive contribution to becoming the successor of the Murim Alliance. That’s why I’m here.”
Jin Ha-gun bowed politely and respectfully.
“Thank you very much, Master.”
Now that my master had come forward, there was no reason to hesitate any longer.
“Then let’s get started right away.”
Jin-Ha, who was about to leave after saying hello, knocked the hero doll over with his finger.
After Jin Ha-gun left, Baek Cheon-gyeong continued carving the doll.
Square, square.
How many dolls did you carve?
Baek Cheon-gyeong came to the decoration stand and raised the fallen doll.
And he placed the newly carved doll in the center of the board. The doll, which was not known to be himself or Jin Ha-gun, had its arms crossed proudly.
* * *
A few days have passed since Cheonhwamunju Seo Baekjung visited.
He did nothing to save his son. It certainly didn’t seem like he would give up on his son like this. Geommu-geuk quietly practiced his Shicheon secret technique while waiting to see how his opponent would react.
The more I practiced the Shicheon Secret Art, the more I began to see time differences. When I compared the time difference between the time it took to recover my energy and the time I gained by using the Shicheon Secret Art and saw that I had a time advantage, I would definitely practice the Shicheon Secret Art. It wasn’t easy because it was a secret art that went against time, but I practiced and practiced again.
After finishing the training of the Shicheon Secret Art, while drinking tea in the main hall, Jeokyeon came in with Seocheong. He had begged to see him, so he had asked to be brought to him.
As soon as he entered, Seo-cheong shouted in protest.
“Why don’t you contact your father?”
He was locked in Zidane’s prison. He was locked in the prison, but he was not discouraged at all.
“I contacted you.”
“Don’t lie. If you had contacted him, he would have come already. Young Master, my father is not such a closed-minded person. If you speak frankly, Young Master will be able to get what he wants.”
This was the conclusion he came to while locked in the brain prison. The reason the Demonic Cult did this was to draw the Heavenly Flower Cult to their side. Otherwise, they would not have locked him up like this. They would not have locked up the successor of the Heavenly Flower Cult just because he killed a few passersby, low-level warriors, or other insignificant people, right?
“Your father has already gone.”
Seo-cheong was shocked by Geommu-geuk’s words.
“What do you mean? Are you saying that you came and left without seeing me?”
Seo-cheong was surprised and embarrassed when Geommu-geuk nodded.
“That’s nonsense!”
He stood there blankly for a moment, then started walking around and talking nonsense.
“If you’re going to cause discord, do it properly. If you’re the leader of a demonic cult, then contact my father as you promised.”
He walked to the table and poured himself a cup of tea with trembling hands, but he felt his hands shaking and turned back.
I didn’t believe that my father had visited, and then I believed it again.
“Even if it’s you, it’s a big deal now. The fact that my father left without even meeting me means he’s really angry.”
Then Geommugeuk suddenly asked.
“How much do you know about your father?”
For a moment, Seo-cheong flinched.
“Little Leader, how much do you know about that?”
Geommugeuk thought that his appearance was no different from his appearance before his regression.
If he had experienced something like this at the time, he would have argued with him like this. He would have argued back even more harshly, saying, “What are you so good at that you know so much?” The fact that he had almost nothing to answer for about his father would have driven him to such a point.
It was at that very moment that Zidane’s subordinate came and delivered the urgent telegram that had flown in from Tongcheon Pavilion.
I thought it was a message about who was to be the head of the Honam branch, but it contained something I had never expected. It was a message to release Seo Cheong.
Geommu-geuk was surprised because he had not expected such a letter to come flying in. The fact that such a decision was made at Tongcheon-gak meant that his father had also given his permission. That meant that a great deal of power was involved.
And it must have been my father’s will that I not write down the detailed circumstances and send them.
So now, how are you going to handle this?
Even after becoming a cult leader, his father’s tests continued.
“Release our Confucius.”
Jeokyeon was also surprised at the words, “Let go.” However, Jeokyeon soon released Seocheong’s internal energy.
Seo-cheong shouted with a face as if she was flying with joy.
“What did I tell you? Didn’t I say this would happen?”
He walked briskly to the table, poured some tea, and drank it.
“Would you like to have a drink together?”
Seo Cheong laughed heartily and drank his tea. As if nothing had happened, he regained his original form.
He glared at the enemy and spoke in a threatening tone.
“I remember every single face I saw here.”
As Jeokyeon glared at him with even more frightening eyes, Seocheong turned his gaze to Geommugeuk.
The sword dance was smiling at him.
“Why are you laughing?”
“It’s fun. I’ve been feeling exhausted up until now. If we catch Seo Gongja, it won’t be the end, right? Yang Gongja, Jin Gongja, Cheon Gongja… … Even if we pick all the Gongja, they’ll keep growing. But you’re saying you moved the main sect? It’s something I, the head of the small sect, am handling, and you’re saying you messed up?”
The sword dance was truly delighted.
“This is several times more awesome than barging in here and saving you. I saw your father again.”
“You know now? I am the successor to the Heavenly Flower Sect!”
He walked out with brisk strides and shouted loudly.
“I will never see you again.”
“I’ll see you again soon.”
As Seo-cheong ran out without looking back, Jeok-yeon asked.
“What happened?”
“It seems that the Lord of Cheonhwamun has moved the Murim Alliance or the Sadomaeng.”
Otherwise, there would be no way that Cheonmajeon would make such a decision.
“What are you planning to do?”
“Since you blocked the main building of the school, I have to use mine.”
Jeokyeon felt that Geommu-geuk was rather excited. That excitement was the joy felt when meeting a strong enemy.
In this situation, the escort must be extremely rational. However, he realized that he was equally excited. He was secretly anticipating what would happen next. As an escort, you have to hope that nothing happens.
While Jeokyeon let out a light sigh, Geommugeuk walked out.
“Where are you going? I will take you there.”
“I can’t accept it. I’ll wait.”
“I can follow… … .”
There was none. The moment the sword dance kicked the ground and flew, it instantly turned into a dot and disappeared.
“… … I guess not. I’ll wait.”
At that time, Samho, who was in the yard, spoke to Jeokyeon.
“It’s not easy, is it?”
Jeokyeon nodded, rubbing his sore eyes. Indeed, Geommu-geuk was the easiest and most difficult chieftain to guard.
Jeokyeon looked up at the sky where the sword dance had disappeared and spoke softly.
“But the enemies won’t have it easy either.”
