Episode 629 I’m glad I’m Hwasan’s disciple. (4)
It was a little strange.
Although he has been learning the sword for quite a long time and pursuing his own path, Ungeom has never had a proper fight with anyone until now.
This was the first proper business meeting in his life.
What can I say about how he feels in such a situation… … .
‘I’m a little excited.’
If it was a team dance where you had to prove your skills, you might have been nervous. But now, this is not the time for him to prove his skills.
just… … .
Ungeom stood on the non-stage and faced his opponent.
“This is Ungeom, the greatest disciple of Hwasan.”
“… … .”
Mugak, standing across from him, stared at Ungeom’s empty sleeve.
“A great disciple… … .”
Mugak muttered as if he was surprised.
“I didn’t know that a great disciple of Hwasan would join the fight.”
Ungeom scratched his cheek with a slightly embarrassed expression.
“He may be an ugly person who enjoys prosperity by relying on the reputation of his students, but you don’t have to worry too much about his ability to swing a sword.”
It was a calm voice. Mugak looked at him quietly and nodded his head.
Empty arms mean many things. He probably first learned the right sword, and at some point began to learn the left sword.
A name I’ve never heard of. An evaluation of the disciples of Hwasan. And even a left wrist sword. There is no element to appreciate.
one… … .
‘He is not an easy person.’
The momentum it gave off was enough to press all of those elements.
As quiet as the mountains at dawn.
It was a person who felt like the name ‘Geomsoo’ was embodied in human form.
Mugak let out a small sigh.
‘No, it’s the same no matter who the opponent is.’
I can’t lose anymore. The shaman was almost at the edge of a cliff.
“This is Mugak, the shaman’s first disciple.”
“This is Ungeom, the greatest disciple of Hwasan.”
The two people drew their swords and took a stance and pointed them at each other.
Kuuk.
Baekcheon slowly looked down at his hands. He was clenching so tightly that sweat had pooled on his palms, which had become pale and pale.
‘Ungeom Sasuk.’
When I looked around, I saw that the other disciples were also staring at the off-stage with extremely nervous faces.
“I should have gone out… … .”
Baeksang muttered in an angry voice.
It seemed like he couldn’t forgive himself for showing hesitation and making Ungeom come forward. Baekcheon spoke firmly.
“It’s not your fault.”
“but… … !”
“Even if you hadn’t hesitated, Sasuk would have come forward in the end. “Don’t think about unnecessary things.”
“… … Yes, death penalty.”
Baekcheon clenched his fist again.
Nervous, no. This is a concern.
However, none of Hwasan’s disciples are worried that Ungeom will be defeated. Even if he were to lose miserably without even being able to swing the sword properly, none of the Hwasan disciples would dare look down on the Cloud Sword.
It couldn’t be possible, but if there was someone like that, Baekcheon wouldn’t have tolerated it.
However, what they were worried about was not defeat, but the heartache that Ungeom would receive as he had to face his sword, which was worse than before.
Ungeom lived his life diligently without resting even for a single day. What did it mean to him to lose his excellence and inaction?
“Sasuk… … .”
In the end, a voice like a groan that I couldn’t hold back came out.
It still remains vivid in my memory. This is the image of Ungeom lying bleeding after being pierced by an enemy’s spear.
The empty sleeves of the Ungeom are a product of their weakness and a symbol of the efforts of their ancestors who risked their lives to protect them.
That’s why it was indescribably painful to watch.
To Baekcheon and other Hwasan disciples, Ungeom was always like a tall mountain. Even though he had become so strong, no one thought he had surpassed Ungeom.
That’s why those empty sleeves were so painful and sad.
“If Sasuk hadn’t lost his arm… … .”
Someone’s small murmur pierced painfully into the ears of other Hwasan disciples.
And at that moment, Cheongmyeong, who had been sitting quietly, turned around and raised the corners of his eyes.
“These young chicks… … .”
“… … .”
“The executioners are not the ones to worry that much. “Don’t talk nonsense, just watch!”
Without waiting for an answer, he turned his head and fixed his gaze on Ungeom again.
It was an ordinary lamp, neither particularly big nor particularly small. But for some reason, Cheongmyeong let out a small sigh as he looked at Ungeom’s back, which caught everyone’s attention.
‘It’s still awkward.’
Ungeom thought as he gripped the sword tightly with his left hand.
There was a time when the sword felt like a part of the body.
I was at a point where the sword became me and I became the sword.
However, his right hand, which naturally used to hold a sword, no longer exists. Holding the sword with my left hand, which I was not used to, still gave me a feeling of discomfort that I could not help.
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Perhaps this sense of discomfort will not disappear for the rest of your life, until the moment you die.
That moment when he considered the sword like a part of his body may never return in his life.
“after.”
He took a short breath, steadily strengthened the hand holding the sword, and spoke.
“Come.”
Mugak nodded briefly.
fault!
His body hit the floor and quickly flew towards the cloud sword.
Kaaaaang!
Sword and sword collided in the air. The heavy shock transmitted through the sword body caused Ungeom’s body to stumble greatly.
Paaaaaa!
Mu-gak, who had disrupted the Ungeom’s posture by pressing down with force, quickly retrieved the sword and hurled it again like a thunderbolt. In an instant, sword energy divided into several branches pierced the cloud sword from all directions.
Kaang! Kaang! Kaang!
Ungeom, who struck away the flying sword energy, steps backwards.
The first thing to do is avoid falling rain. When the opponent gains momentum, it is not a bad idea to step back.
However, Mugak also had no intention of letting Ungeom go easily.
It rushed forward faster than the retreating cloud sword. It was a persistent movement, like a wild animal stalking its prey.
Peeeeeeee!
The sound of the tip of the sword tearing the air rang sharply. A sharp sword, uncharacteristic of a shaman, was aimed at the center of Ungeom’s body.
“Sigh!”
Ungeom let out a short breath at the aggressive movement and struck the flying sword upward.
bang!
The moment the sword bounced upward with a brief explosion, Mugak lifted himself into the air following the power of the sword.
Then, it fell faster than it rose and struck the sword towards Ungeom’s head.
Chaaeaeaeang!
Ungeom quickly raised his plum sword and blocked Mugak’s descending Songmungo sword.
Sword and sword met and pushed each other away.
Ungeom’s left arm, holding the plum sword, was trembling like an aspen tree. The opponent is holding the sword with both hands and pushing down with all his strength. It was never easy to handle that force with one arm.
The teeth clenched together as if they were about to break.
That’s it.
The sword and sword rubbed together, creating a creepy sound. But at that moment.
Hwaaaaaaa!
Sword energy like water spurted out like a waterfall from the two swords that touched each other. Ungeom’s eyes suddenly opened wide.
“Taaaaaat!”
With all his energy, Mugak pushed away the cloud sword with all his strength. Unable to withstand the force, Ungeom’s body was thrown backwards and rolled on the floor.
“Private dormitory!”
“Damn it! Sasuk!”
A high-pitched scream, unbecoming of Hwasan disciples, was heard all the way to the off-stage. Ungeom, who had rolled over several times amidst the screams, quickly stood up and took his stance again.
“hmm.”
Mugak, who had a clear advantage in this exchange, stopped in place instead of attacking Ungum one after another.
And then he looked at Ungeom with eyes filled with sadness.
“I guess… … .”
He hesitated for a moment and said.
“You don’t look that familiar with left-handed swords.”
Ungeom smiled bitterly.
“That’s it.”
“It’s a shame.”
Mugak’s face was full of regret as he shook his head as if those words were sincere.
“If you hadn’t lost your superiority, it would have been a really good match. “It’s unfortunate, and it’s unfortunate.”
“Maybe so.”
This was not a provocation.
It was truly pure, regret as a warrior. But that’s why it broke people’s hearts more painfully than the provocation. Sometimes, innocuous words of comfort can be more difficult for a person than malicious criticism.
However, Ungeom was calm and did not seem particularly concerned.
“But I am not the type of person to linger over what I have lost. “If all I have is my left hand, I’ll do my best with it.”
“… … “Have a good night.”
Ungeom and Mugak take their stance again.
Ungeom smiled wryly without realizing it as he looked at Mugak pressuring him with a calm force like a lake.
‘The number of lies has increased.’
You don’t regret it?
No way.
The regret still remains. No, it’s more than enough.
Still in his dreams, he swings his sword with familiar skill. When he suddenly wakes up from a deep sleep, he habitually tries to move his right hand and becomes dazed.
Degraded inaction.
A life that has become unfamiliar.
People do not despair of things that never existed in the first place. When you lose what you had, and when you realize that what you lost can never be regained, only then does your whole heart despair.
Cloud Sword’s eyes glanced at the disciples of Hwasan.
Concerned gazes, restless faces that don’t know what to do.
‘Don’t look at me with those eyes.’
Among them, the one who was most nervous with the unfamiliar face was none other than Unam. Unam, who always had the calm face of a monk, was chewing his lips with an expression I had never seen before.
‘execution.’
okay. It was like that once.
A time when they had not yet let go of their dream.
When I was tired from training that lasted until dawn and I was leaning against the wall, Unam would sometimes come and have a deep conversation with me.
He had promised that one day, Unam would become Hwasan’s chief swordsman and he would become Hwasan’s best sword and regain the reputation that the four men had lost.
okay. That’s what I promised.
It’s a promise that has now faded.
– Ungeom. I don’t plan on getting into a long position.
‘execution… … .’
okay. The light has faded.
Unam gave up his position as Jangmun for the sake of future generations, and he may never be able to aim for the position of the greatest sword of Hwasan ever again.
The predecessors who endured the long darkness and the future generations who built a shining reputation.
Unja boats are just connecting the two.
“Go!”
Mugak’s bright blue sword energy erupted as if covering the non-stage.
It is truly vast and extremely majestic.
My eyes were almost dazzling as I was looking at the vivid sword energy of Mugak. That sword still shines brightly.
Unlike him, who had faded away.
‘You hoped?’
Ungeom’s sword began to emit red sword energy.
He knows it too. That you can never get it back.
Even his brilliant days. His youthful youth, when he was full of confidence in himself.
The pure hope that if you work hard, it will come true at some point.
The person whose light has faded will not return.
one… … .
‘My sword is still here.’
Even if you have to swing it with unfamiliar hands.
Even if now he can never reach where he was aiming.
The plum blossom sword he has wielded his whole life is still in his hand.
“AA AA AA!”
Ungeom let out a suppressed shout and rushed towards the sword energy that surged like an angry wave.
‘What does that mean?’
Is being weak a reason not to try harder?
Could this lingering feeling of clutching and squeezing my ankles be a reason not to take my steps?
‘Watch, death penalty!’
It doesn’t mean it’s gone just because you hoped for it. Even withered branches bloom.
The sword energy rising from the tip of Ungeom’s sword bloomed red like the anger he was spewing out at the world.
He is still standing here.
Here… … .
Right here.
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