"Whoosh!"
Ungum's eyes were blank looking at Chung-Myung.
"You're just a normal kid, aren't you?"'
But this is never a normal kid.
Are you sure you're okay?'
The thick coat is completely soaked in sweat. Sweat drops drop down along the sleeves even though I'm just standing still.
The face, flushed with blood, was about to burst, and the legs standing trembled to see how exhausted it was. Even his lips were trembling.
"Oh, will you sit down?"
Ungum, who considers manners and norms as his life, unwittingly recommended Chung-Myung to sit down.
This can't be helped.
It's the same reason that everyone wants to reach out when they see a puppy in the rain. I'm sure Chung-Myung looks a lot worse off now than a wet puppy.
"Oh, it's okay. More water than that...…."
"Someone go get some water! Now!"
"Yes!"
One of the children, who was slowly reading the room, runs to get some water.
"Yes, the...."
But the fortune-teller shut his mouth again.
What should I ask you?'
I sang it, but I don't know where to start. It's the first time I've had such a ridiculous situation.
"What the hell is going on here?"
So I had no choice but to ask the obvious.
Chung-Myung, who was asked by the Ungum, looked around and opened his mouth calmly.
"It's not a big deal."
"...What?"
"From today, we were all going to do early morning exercises together, but I think I worked out a little too much without thinking about the first day. It must have happened because everyone was motivated."
Are you full of motivation?
The Ungum glances at the children behind Chung-Myung. The children were shaking their hands desperately with their mouths shut.
However, Chung-Myung turns his head back and the hands of the children quickly fall.
"Look at this."
It is absolutely absurd. I don't know what the hell's going on, but one thing is for sure. All three great disciples were intimidated by this one child.
A fortune teller is not a tactless man. It's been almost a decade since I've only been with children. Now, just by looking at the children's eyes rolling, most of the time we find out how the situation is going.
No, it's weird that you don't notice it when you see it even if you don't reach that far.
"Hwasan's disciples...….'
You're scared of a new guy?
The sword's head was slightly tilted sideways.
'No, I don''
Come to think of it, these children's skills are by no means low. Most uncrowned children of the same age won't even look up in front of him.
Even if it rots, it's still wasan.
So, those kids aren't pathetic, this guy is weird.
"Did you say dawn exercise?"
"Yes, I am."
"Hey."
The Ungum said firmly.
"There is a rule of white plumage. Who told you to cut down on your bedtime and train?"
There was no change in Chung-Myung's face even though he slightly mixed old age. She still keeps her calm and opens her mouth as if it is no big deal.
"Then I won't do it."
"...Huh?"
"I thought training would help. But since you said no, I won't."
"...."
Uh, this isn't it.
The Woongeom was a little embarrassed. This is not the reaction he hoped for.
"Su, you thought training would help?"
"Yes."
"Why did you think so?"Chung-Myung's eyes are young in bewilderment.
"That doesn't help?"
"...."
"...."
A little awkward air passed between the two.
'Yes.'
The Ungum, who made a deep groaning sound, warmed his mouth. Chung-Myung opened his mouth first as if he knew all the feelings of such a fortune-telling.
"I thought it would be enough for the Sasukjo to teach me, but I thought the disciples had their own way of trying. All martial arts come from the body, so I thought that if I could train the body, it could help the sword."
That's the right thing to say.
It was an opinion that had no place to point out.
"You're right."
The fortune-teller also readily acknowledged the fact.
"One, can you say that the training caused by coercion is right?"
"Pressure?"
Chung-Myung glances back and laughs.
"Hey, hoarder. Who am I to be so hard on the death penalty. When I said I would train, I just followed the death penalty because I wanted to join."
That's nonsense.
It was an obvious lie.
But in order to question this lie, you have to say, "Didn't you bring the death penalty out of fear?"
By the way...
I can't say that.'
This is the sound of dying altogether.
The three great disciples become idiots who were beaten and dragged out yesterday because they could not handle a new recruit, and the fortune-teller becomes a figurehead who teaches the idiot.
And doesn't Chung-Myung beat up the death penalty and become a cowardly villain when he's the youngest?
If you say that, everyone will be ruined.
"He...."
Just as Ungum was about to find something to say, Chung-Myung quickly opened his mouth.
"As long as it doesn't affect other training, it can be a good training method. The results will come out in at least a month."
"Whoa?'
Though he talks about training with his mouth, his hidden intentions were slightly different.
A month
It means leave it alone for about a month. In other words, it can produce solid results.
"Look at this guy."
It doesn't sound like a young man's horse. Isn't an old-fashioned Kang Ho-in using a speech that hides his meaning in words?
The rhyme struck a hint.
"A month, maybe. But the training itself doesn't seem that simple, so can children train for a month?"
"The will of the death penalty is so high that I want to emulate it. No one complained even though it was a hard training session."
I tried rolling it once, but there was no one who could open his mouth. It means don't worry because it's been made so hard to talk about it off.
"No, where did this guy crawl in from?'
While the sword cannot hide its absurdity, Chung-Myung turns around and smiles at the three great disciples.
"Isn't that so? Death penalty?"
"...he, of course."
"I can do my best. Hard."
"...I worked hard today as well."
Chung-Myung turns around again.
"How can the will of the death penalty be so high that the results of the training are not good?"
The faces of the kids in the back are going to rotting.
I was speechless because I was amazed. But in the meantime, the Ungum's head began to spin fast.
So Chung-Myung's words mean that although a day has passed, he has already taken full control of the three great disciples, and that he will use his grip to train them without wasting it.
And if he had a different mind, it meant he'd have to wait and see for a month or so and it'd be over.'Come on.'
The more I hear it, the more absurd it is. Suddenly, where did this monstrous creature roll in and subdue the children?
But...
It's not a bad story for me.'
The biggest problem he has as a white plum is that it is difficult to secure training time.
Hwasan is always understaffed.
Originally, the White House was not a place he could handle alone. At least ten instructors were needed. But now there are only three people who are committed to helping him.
As a result, the day went by just cleaning up the children, and his growth as an unmanned man was stagnant. It was self-evident that this would be a great help to him if he could take control of the children.
"One more question."
"Yes."
"It won't be easy for you either, but why do you train from dawn?"
Chung-Myung tilts his head.
"I don't understand what you mean, Sasukjo."
"Hmm?"
There's no way this kid suddenly doesn't understand.
"To enter Hawasan means to learn the sword, and to learn the sword means to be strong. It is natural to train to be strong. It is the natural duty of the disciple who has been blessed by Hwasan to carve out the sword, and furthermore to spread the name of Hwasan."
"Well, yes."
"Of course, the teaching given by the Sasookjo will be strong enough, but I think we can speed it up if efforts are added. Wouldn't it be natural to save your sleeping time to try hard enough?"
"...right."
I was asking what more reasons are needed for the training process.
'I wondered what kind of wind Jang Moon-in, who said he would no longer accept his students, was newly introduced to the school.'
Wouldn't a man like this be worth raising?
I haven't confirmed my talent yet, but a man who is this motivated will be able to perform well even if he doesn't have talent. And even if you don't become a master, it's good to have a good influence on other children.
"...you seem to be having a hard time with your training."
"It's because it's my first day."
"You look tired, though."
"The more you roll, the harder you become."
The corners of the mouth of the sword trembled.
'This is an item.'
Doesn't it fit perfectly with the theory of the rhyme? I think it's okay to push him for a while if he has this kind of theory. Anyway, it was the same in the past that there was a hierarchy between children that was unrelated to distribution.
"What's important about dealing with the death penalty?"
"Polite, I will obey your words like heaven."
This means that he will maintain his hierarchy by respecting his superiors without looking down on them too much. I like each answer.
The Ungum nodded loudly and looked around. Children who do not understand how the situation is looking at the Ungum with trembling eyes.
"Hmmm."
The fortune-teller, who blew up his embarrassment with a cough, slightly avoided his eyes and opened his mouth.
"It was very touching that you guys were 'voluntarily' training from dawn."
"Household! Household!"
"Gwanju!"
There was a shout of embarrassment and consternation, but the Ungum tried to ignore the voice.
"If we continue to train steadily, we will be able to achieve good results. I think this kid knows how to train, so try your best."
I'm screwed.
'Wow, this is how you throw it away.'
'Look at him avoiding his gaze.'
There was despair on the faces of the disciples who recognized the thoughts of the Ungum.
"Then make sure you don't be late and come out to the morning training. Then I'll leave you alone.The sword stopped while trying to turn around.
"Oh, by the way!"
Of course!
Still, you can't just abandon a person when he's giving you a white plum.….
"You don't have to say hello in the morning anymore because it will disturb your training. Training comes first. Oh, sure."
The sword smiles and plans, and turns away.
The disciples reached out without realizing it, but the fortune-telling disappeared in vain like a mirage that could not be caught.
"...."
I'makes a noise.
At that moment, the screech of the neck rings.
It's Chung-Myung. He turned slowly. And he smiled.
Obviously, the blood on his forehead only makes the meaning of the smile unclear.
"Sasukjo, save me, please?"
"...."
"And the death penalty, I'm not saying I'm going to kill them. Let's go inside before we eat. There's something I need to tell you in the white house."
"...."
"Come on."
"...yes."
It was a moment when dreams and hopes disappeared in Hawasan.