"Did he say that?"
"Yes, death penalty."
Unam's face was grotesquely distorted. The Ungum tilted its head at Unam's unexpected response.
"Didn't you know?"
"I don't know?"
"...Huh. I thought the writer intentionally let the child in. Otherwise."
"It's not a situation where we can afford to find the article. It's a kid who walked in on his own feet."
"Because the long man said he was newly introduced...…."
The fortune-teller clouded the end of his words.
It is a child accepted by a long writer who said he would no longer accept his disciples. So I thought there must be a story. Isn't that why you're trying to do that even though there's such a storm?
But Unam really doesn't seem to know.
"If there's anything that only you know...…?"
"No, it's really a child who came on his own."
"...it's an article."
Unam held the charges.
The more I think about it, the more bizarre it is.'
The child, who suddenly came all the way here, suddenly said he wanted to be a disciple of Hwasan, and is doing something less than a day later.
'That's too much to think about.'
I wondered if it was a ganja sent by the other Moon faction to ruin Hwasan, but it was too much.
First, Hawasan was no longer a civil servant worth anyone's effort to spoil, and secondly, even if he had that intention, it was almost impossible for that little child to have that ability.
If you're a child with that ability, it's better to raise him with all your heart and soul than to send him to Ganza to rot.
"If I do, wouldn't it be better to stop her now?"
"Let's leave it at that."
"One, death penalty."
"You didn't stop him because he had his own expectations."
Instead of answering, the Ungum lowered his head slightly.
"I know your hard work. It's a natural duty as a ship to lead the disciples, but I also know that you're the only one who'"
"That's not true. Capital punishment. I'm just...…."
"It's all right."
Unam laughed softly.
"Everyone's having a hard time. I don't know what he's thinking, but you don't have to stop it if it helps you and Hawasan."
Ungum looked up and looked at Unam.
"I don't know exactly yet. The child...."
"Lucky sword."
"Yes, death penalty."
"The child is now a disciple of Hawasan."
The eyes of the sword shook slightly.
"Why don't I know that I'm a little more attached to the first child? However, even if he came later, he is a child of Hawasan who must be taken care of together as long as he has decided to write an enemy in Hawasan."
"...I was foolish."
The sword bowed its head slightly.
"If it's too much, you stop it. Don't you know more about the white plum than I do or the long man?"
"Yes, death penalty."
The crybaby rose from his seat.
"Then I'll be on my way."
"Go ahead."
When Un-gum left, Un-am poured tea into the teacup.
You're a weird kid.'
There's definitely an extraordinary.
He can't hide his presence for a day, so he must bring about drastic changes. Whether the change will be Hawasan's blessing or painting was unknown to Unam now.
Just one thing.
Change is needed.'
Now there needs to be a new wind in Hawaii. Floating in the open sea with no wind will only dry you to death or starve you to death. Even if you don't know where you're going, you have to sail for now.Even if the end of the voyage is an uninhabited island, it would be better than dying in the open sea.
Unam slowly took the car to his mouth.
He hoped that Chung-Myung's presence would be the wind that would move Hwasan.
Of course, it remains to be seen whether he will be so nonchalant even when he knows that the wind blowing is a typhoon.
* * *
"I feel like I'm going to die."
"...I'm already dead."
A wailing came from all over the place. Now, of course, those who speak of death were the three great disciples of Hawasan.
What, is this some kind of torture?'
I know it's an exercise to build muscle strength. And it's not like I've been neglecting weight training just because I'm a Hawaiian. Muscle training is not neglected, even in the sound of the foundation of all central martial arts.
But there's a degree to that.'
Yoon-jong lowered his head and looked at the table.
Stir-fried vegetables came out as a side dish, but my hands were shaking so much that I couldn't eat them properly, so there was stir-fried vegetables all over the table.
"Um... I can't even eat properly."
"I have to train my sword in the afternoon, and I'm afraid I'll miss it. It's a real sword, so if you swing it and miss it, isn't it going to be a hole in the back?"
"...fortunately, I don't think I can swing it with that much power."
"Is that a relief?"
Yoon-jong sighed.
'Tell me in front of you. In front of you.'
If you have any complaints, why don't you go ahead and argue? What's the difference between what you say behind the scenes?
"There's nothing I can do."
"Metabolism!"
There was a sound of Bolmen coming from all over the place. But Yoon-Jong just silently picked up the stir-fried vegetables.
What more can he do now that even the fortune-teller has sided with Chung-Myung?
"But if the death penalty doesn't speak to me at times like this...…."
"Isn't that the position of ambassador?"
As soon as Yoon-Jong sighed and tried to speak, someone's shrill voice was heard.
"That's a hell of a lot to talk about."
The eyes of the three great disciples who were filling the restaurant go back to one place in unison.
"Jo-Gol?"
There was a moment of silence. Jo-Gol, who was eating quietly in the corner, checked the gaze gathered at him and opened his mouth in a sharp voice.
"Is he your errand boy? There's no one hiding to talk to. If you have something to say, go and say it yourself."
"...no, we...."
"If you're not going to be able to argue in person, just be quiet and eat. If you don't eat, you won't be able to last in the afternoon."
No one could open their mouth when Jo-Gol went this far.
Yoon-jong's eyes caught my eye looking at Jo-Gol.
That's weird.
If he knows Jo-Gol, he should now speak louder than anyone else about Chung-Myung. Aren't you the most vocal and strongest of the three greatest disciples in the first place?
When Jo-Gol secretly sided with Chung-Myung, it became difficult for everyone to open their mouths.
Like this.
Jo-Gol, who put down his chopsticks, gets up and approaches Yoon-Jong.
"Metabolism."
"Hmm?"
"Can I see you for a moment?"
"...let's do it."
Yoon-jong also left his chopsticks and stood up.
The remaining disciples tilted their heads as they looked at the two people leaving the restaurant.
"I don't know if I'm looking at something wrong...."
When he came out to the deserted place, Yoon-jong opened his mouth first.
"You look quite refreshed, don't you think?"
Jo-Gol raised his hand and rubbed his face.
"Do you see that?"
"You're not good at hiding facial expressions.""I didn't know that."
Jo-Gol smiled awkwardly.
"How could you roll and still laugh?"
"...the death penalty."
"Huh?"
"What do you think of the death penalty?"
Yoon-jong shut up. It was too serious a question to answer casually.
"That's a tough question."
"I'm going to go back to my parents' house. But isn't the death penalty willing to bury bones in Hawasan?"
"Right."
Yoon-jong nodded still.
He's already the one who's supposed to be called. The other three disciples have yet to make a choice, but he will be the disciple of Jinsan under the auspices of Hwasan and share his fate with him.
"Do you think there's a future in Hawaii?"
"I'm going to be haunted. It's not something to say."
"I thought there wasn't."
"...."
It's something to blame. But Yoon-Jong couldn't bring himself to do that. Because his thoughts were not so different from Jo-Gol's.
"Does that mean you've changed your mind now?"
"...a little bit."
"Different?"
"I was forced to do it, but I realized it during this training. I've never trained to push myself to the limit like this."
I'm sure he is.
Yoon-jong nodded without realizing it. He's never done this kind of training either. I always thought I was trying, but I've never pushed myself so hard that my hands and feet tremble like now.
"But he's not exhausted, digesting more than twice the amount of training we do."
It's not just a ship.
The number of times alone is twice as many times. If you include weight, the strength of the training will be much higher. Yoon-jong was shocked to see Chung-Myung train with a sandbag heavier than his own weight.
"It's possible because you're strong. But he'll never be older than I am. It's not because you're strong, but because you've been, you're strong, right?"
"You're right."
"I thought it was impossible for me to be strong in Wasan. I thought that I could not be a master who commanded the world, even if it was possible to show off my power in moderation."
"Jo-Gol."
"Listen till the end. Death penalty."
"...."
Jo-Gol swallowed a dry saliva and continued.
"But looking at him, I knew I was wrong. To put it bluntly, is there anyone at our age who can deal with him?"
I don't think so.
There will never be.
No matter how hard Yoon-jong was not the best of the three great disciples, he was confident in his skills. There is also confidence that it will not be pushed back too much even if it is attached to the disciples of the Old File Room.
But that monstrous guy flipped over Yoon-jong with one finger and threw Jo-Gol, who was stronger than Yoon-Jong, into the ceiling.
How could there be another monster like that?
"It doesn't matter which martial arts you learn. The important thing is how to learn. I thought the obvious truth was just a nice thing to hear. But looking at him, I can see that's true. Capital punishment. I want to do my best."
"...I feel the same way."
Jo-Gol nodded loudly.
"So the death penalty will comfort the children. Maybe this is an opportunity for our generation to change greatly. Even if it's a little hard and ugly, we have to follow him now."
Yoon-jong looked at Jo-Gol with subdued eyes.
Jo-Gol has good skills, but he was able to keep track of the flow because he was the self-restraint of the mall. If he were a merchant, he would be a merchant. If such a person talks like this...…."Let's do it."
"The death penalty!"
"You're right. Jukdo is just the way they never will be resolved. I'm the one who decided to bury the bones in Hawasan. I can do anything to help Hawasan."
Jo-Gol nodded at Yoon-Jong's determined words.
"But it's funny to think about it. Just because of the youngest who came in yesterday...…."
"I'm not usually the youngest."
"That's true."
The two people, who smiled lightly, turned around. I'm done talking. Now it's a question of how much we can appease our children.
"Walk."
"Yes, death penalty."
"Can we really be strong?"
"One thing is for sure."
"Hmm?"
"If you don't get stronger, you can train as hard as you can."
"...that's a very comforting thing to say."
The two exchanged words and went back to the restaurant. And until that moment both didn't realize they had eyes on them.