Episode 630 I’m glad I’m Hwasan’s disciple. (5)
The flowing blue sword energy was blocked by red-red sword energy.
However, the red sword energy seemed too weak and difficult to completely block the blue sword energy that surged in like an angry wave.
“Sasuk.”
Baekcheon bit his lip without realizing it.
– From today, I am your teacher.
The image of Ungeom smiling kindly and talking to me was still vivid before my eyes.
In Baekcheon’s eyes at that time, Ungeom was the most confident person in the world.
His broad shoulders seemed to embrace everything, and his strong mouth was filled with unwavering confidence.
And Ungeom’s impression clearly reflected the person he was. Because he actually taught his students and never neglected his training even for a single day.
It got to the point where I thought that if I made a person out of a sword, it would look like that.
A person I admired. The person I still admire.
‘Sasuk… … .’
A soft sobbing sound was heard from somewhere.
I try hard to hold it in, but in the end I can’t hold it in, and a moan-like cry escapes through my lips.
Everyone knew very well how Ungeom felt as he stood there.
That’s why I couldn’t take my eyes off it.
Even though my vision was blurred by the welling tears, I did not take my eyes off. His jaw was trembling, and he bit his lip even though his heart felt like it was going to break.
That wasn’t just a simple dance.
It was the cry of Ungeom. As always, it was Ungeom’s teachings that were shown to them through actions, not words.
As a disciple, how can you take your eyes off the teacher’s teachings?
‘I’ll be watching closely.’
Baekcheon clenched his fists and widened his eyes. He couldn’t miss a single moment.
Among these passionate disciples, only Unam was watching Ungeom with a slightly different perspective.
‘Priests.’
The sword was rough.
It was not the blade of the past, which was sharper and refined than the blade. It’s rough, unnatural, and rattles like gears that don’t mesh together.
It was as if a spinning wheel worn out by wind and rain was squeaking and screaming.
but… … .
‘Yes, priest. What’s the problem with that?’
The person wielding the sword is still Unsword.
Unam knows.
How painful it must be for someone who fell from a high mountain to drag their broken leg back to the top of the mountain.
That is why the current Ungeom sword is several times more powerful than the past Ungeom sword.
– I will become the greatest sword of the volcano someday.
‘Don’t lose, priest.’
Why is the back I’ve been looking at for so long so pitiful? His back, which had always been the most reliable in the world when he was holding a sword, now looked infinitely sad.
However, Unam desperately denied his feelings.
‘Do not pity those who fight.’
It was an insult to the person holding the sword.
All he can do is believe in Ungeom’s victory. He didn’t have any doubts, he just believed.
Ga-ga-ga-gak!
A sound like the tip of a sword being ground pierced my ears.
Of course, that couldn’t have been the case. This was a Hancheol sword produced by the Qing Dynasty. An item made with special attention to detail, from weight distribution to the direction of the handle, for use as a left-handed sword.
Ungeom knew. How did Cheongmyeong create this sword?
But how could I show myself weak while holding this sword?
Paaaaaa!
The sword energy surged and targeted his entire body.
‘It’s slow.’
The body cannot keep up with what the head thinks. The sword, which used to move naturally when the mind was set, now arrives half a beat later than expected.
An unbridgeable gap and an uncontrollable sense of discomfort followed me like a shadow.
In other words, it should be called ‘despair’.
Perhaps the opponent Ungeom is fighting now is not the shaman’s disciple, but the despair that is covering him.
Okay, then… … .
A smile that did not fit the situation appeared on the face of Ungeom, who was holding the trembling sword.
It was rather fortunate.
Ungeom’s head turned slightly towards the disciples of Hwasan. Of course, I couldn’t look away, so I couldn’t see it, but I believed that my feelings would be conveyed.
‘Guys.’
The world is not that easy. Because Hwasan’s disciples had someone to guide them and did not neglect their own efforts, they grew from success to success.
However, that cannot continue forever.
One day, his disciples will have to meet enemies they can’t handle, encounter problems they can’t solve, and face tall mountains they can’t climb.
A mountain called despair.
‘I’m a bad teacher.’
Now he has nothing more to teach them.
Baek Chun and some others have already surpassed him, and others will soon surpass him. Now he is in a position where he has to learn from them.
Quad Deuk!
The sword energy that he could not block penetrated into his shoulder. The sword energy penetrated the flesh of his shoulder and broke his bones.
‘So pay close attention.’
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Nevertheless, the reason he can still be called their teacher is because he still has something left to teach them besides the sword.
‘The world is always harsh.’
I cannot stop the fierce wind from in front of you. I can no longer protect and guide you.
but… … .
‘I can tell you how to endure despair.’
It can show you how to move forward with your feet firmly planted even if you are lost.
Paaaaat!
The red sword energy that spurted out violently split the waves of sword energy.
Although it was still a very rough sword, the will contained within it had not been disturbed in the slightest.
thud!
Ungeom took a step forward.
‘Living in the world is like wading through the waves.’
Overcoming high waves once is not the end. The waves always come again and again.
‘So don’t be shaken.’
You have to keep your feet firmly planted and grit your teeth to hold on.
In the end, waves pass by. It just sweeps over her body and disappears.
Isn’t the same thing true about despair?
Even though it may be difficult to endure now and the pain will make your teeth grind, one day you will be crushed like a passing wave.
so!
Hang in there.
If you’re having a hard time alone, I’ll have your back, so there’s nothing to be afraid of.
Quaaaaa!
At that moment, the rushing blue sword energy soared twice as high. The sword energy emitted by the cloud sword is swept away by the blue sword energy and collapses, and soon the cloud sword’s body is also hit by the rushing sword energy and is thrown away.
In the meantime, I couldn’t let go of the sword, so I had no arms to support my body. Ungeom’s body fell helplessly to the floor.
“Sasuk!”
“Sasukjooooooo!”
“Governor!”
A tearing scream pierced through my numb ears.
Ungeom, who fell to the ground, looked blankly at the blue sky.
‘I don’t know.’
He didn’t know clearly either. Why is he fighting? Is it to prove himself as a swordsman? Maybe it’s because they don’t want to tarnish the name of Hwasan. Either that or he wanted to show something to his students.
But one thing is certain.
Quack!
The sword stuck to the floor.
Ungeom struggled to get up using his sword as a cane and stared ahead with clear eyes. Red blood flowed from the deep cuts as he was swept away by his sword energy, but Ungeom did not even glance at him.
My only hand was shaking. Nevertheless, his legs firmly landed on the floor again.
Mugak’s face looked a little tired at that sight.
“The game is… … .”
Unable to continue speaking, he struggled to open his lips.
“I think it’s already grown.”
Then Ungeom grinned.
“I’m sorry, but Bondo hasn’t given up yet. “I wish we could hang out together a little more.”
“… … “If you say so.”
Mugak’s expression hardened and he swung his sword again.
Love it!
It was a quick sword, like a flash sword.
The sword energy that erupted disappeared in a blur and appeared right in front of Ungeom.
Kaang!
Ungeom twisted his body and struck away the flying sword energy.
one.
Paaaaat! Paaaaaa!
Mugak’s sword skills did not stop with that one time. It was released several times in succession, targeting Ungeom’s entire body.
Kaang! Kaaaang! Kaang!
Every time I blocked the sword energy, my body was pushed back one inch. Even though he was able to block the sword energy, he could not handle the power contained in the sword.
Ungeom’s body, which had repeatedly blocked the sword energy, was finally unable to overcome the force and fell back on the floor.
Quadang!
He failed to maintain balance because he was unable to fully adapt to the body without one arm.
Ugh.
Ungeom’s fist, holding the sword, pressed down on the floor.
My one remaining arm trembles.
However, he managed to support himself with his arms and stood up again. His hand holding his sword was still shaking, but his face was just as calm as when he first started rubbing.
Mugak, looking at that face, opened his mouth again without realizing it.
“… … why?”
Why is interest rising again like this?
The game has already been decided.
But what on earth do you think you are going to achieve by subjecting yourself to such hardships?
Mugak asked with a look on his face that he didn’t understand.
“Why are you doing this?”
“… … .”
“At best, it’s not a fight. Even if you lose in a competition, who will point fingers and criticize you?”
“It’s a criticism… … .”
Ungeom slowly shook his head while laughing and looked at Mugak. There was not a single trace of malice on Ungeom’s face.
“As you live.”
“… … .”
“Sometimes you fall.”
“… … .”
“You get lost, you get frustrated, and sometimes you get lost in despair.”
It was a random comment. But Mugak couldn’t stop those random words.
“Do you know what to do in such a case?”
“… … “What should I do?”
Ungeom shook his head.
“There is no other way.”
“… … .”
“I should just walk. I have to stand up and walk again. Even if my knee hurts and my ankle is sprained, I have no choice but to get up and walk again.”
“stamp… … .”
“Look here, seal.”
Ungeom raised his sword.
“Are you saying that I, the person who is supposed to tell my students to overcome life and walk, is going to be cruel to this level?”
“… … .”
“There are times in life when you have to give up halfway up the mountain. But there’s nothing wrong with that. If you give up, just climb again. Real giving up is not going down the mountain or falling down. “The moment you hesitate to try again is really giving up.”
Mugak knew.
Lee Ja’s words are not addressed to Mugak or even to Ungeom himself. These words are conveyed to Hwasan’s disciples who are watching Bimu.
“So don’t worry and come. I am the swordsman of the volcano. “The swordsman of the volcano is not this frustrated.”
Mugak closed his eyes. And only after a while did I slowly open my eyes again.
“May I ask your name again?”
“Volcanic cloud sword.”
“Ungum… … .”
Mugak sighed softly.
‘Elder. We were wrong.’
It is clearly wrong to say that volcanoes have only late indicators and that there is no superior to guide them.
Isn’t it here?
With someone like this supporting the disciples’ backs, how can Hwasan’s disciples be said to be helpless? Aren’t we the ones who can’t see the volcano properly?
Our shaman… … .
Mugak immediately untied the sword sheath tied to his waist and threw it on the floor.
When a swordsman throws away his sword sheath, it is an expression of his will to fight without regard for life or death. But now the meaning of this act was a little different.
It means that the person in front of you is an opponent with whom you have to fight for life or death. This was an expression of utmost respect for the other person.
“I am… … .”
Mugak looked straight at Ungeom with stern eyes.
“I will never forget that name.”
“Thank you.”
“I will do my best. Be prepared.”
“However much.”
Mugak took a breath.
His sword began to follow a different trajectory than before. It is not a dark energy like water. A round and smooth arc was drawn in the air.
Taegeukhyegeom (太極慧劍).
A sword that cuts through troubles.
The highest season of shamanism.
This sword, which is prohibited to be used in fighting, was unfolded as a sign of utmost respect for the opponent.
The sword quietly cut a round circle drawn in the air.
The beginning of the world is when one yuan is divided into yin and yang. The sword containing the origin finally revealed itself on the off-stage.
The sword energy, divided into black and white, majestically attacked the cloud sword. Ungeom, facing the sword, held the plum sword tightly.
‘It’s strange.’
The sword in my hand was strangely warm.
Even though it couldn’t have been that way, it felt like a subtle ray of warmth was coming through the handle of the sword.
– Lord!
A soft smile appeared on Ungeom’s lips.
It was as if I could see his young disciples running towards me amidst the numerous plum blossoms blooming on the volcano.
‘You will surpass me and go out into the world.’
So until then… … .
I wish my sword could be your shadow.
Soon, Ungeom’s sword drew a huge tree.
A huge tree that will spread out its branches all over the world and provide a comfortable shade.
The shade created by the cloud sword might have been a little warm.
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