"Turn it off..."
Every time I breathe out of my mouth, dust flies.
Jo-Gol wriggled, unable to even think of spitting out the dirt that was coming into his mouth.
"Crazy."
I don't have any strength in my body. The sky is yellow and the consciousness is about to fly away. Would anyone else be chomping when he's in this situation?
He struggled to raise his head and looked around.
Extinction.
Not a single person could stand. No, it's not that they can't stand, but they're all gasping on the floor like dead bodies. Only Yoon-jong is sitting with his butt on the floor, raising his upper body.
Death penalty.
Respect rose from Jo-Gol's heart.
In fact, Jo-Gol is a little stronger than Yoon-Jong when it comes to skills. Jo-Gol is definitely ahead of Yoon-Jong in his sword-wearing talent and sense of victory.
At this moment, however, Jo-Gol keenly realized why Yoon-Jong is a metabolite.
Jo-Gol is hard to lift a finger, but Yoon-Jong, who has the same training, is still sitting still and catching his breath. This is not a matter of skill. It's a matter of mental strength.
How can he not admire the death penalty for doing what he cannot?
On the other hand...
Jo-Gol's gaze turns the other way.
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
"...."
Sitting in Jo-Gol's eyes with bags of sand three times his size. Chung-Myung, who repeatedly stood up, came in. How fast did you sit down? I can almost see the afterimage of repeating the clerk.
"Hook, hook, hook! Why is it so light? Hey, if you're done with your training, give me your sandbag.…. What? Why are you all lying down?"
"Monster-like son of a b*tc*."
Jo-Gol grinds his teeth to the ground.
The amount of training they digested was enormous. Chung-Myung had been very determined for a few days and pushed his three great disciples beyond comparison. I'm in this situation thanks to you.
Nevertheless, there is only one reason why there is no objection. This is because Chung-Myung digests five times as much as they do right in front of his eyes.
Anyone who is determined and competitive cannot complain in that situation. Even if you have a lot of complaints inside, don't you have to shut up because you can see other people's eyes?
But even though Chung-Myung digested that amount, he continued his training without showing any signs of hardship.
"Oh, is it already this time?"
Burst out!
Chung-Myung threw the sandbags he was carrying to the floor. Then he kicks his tongue.
"It's all over the place. Hey! Kids these days don't have a big deal. It wasn't like that when I was a kid."
'Cause you're the youngest, man?'
You're the youngest. You're such a child!
"That's it for today's training. You can eat and practice in the afternoon. Those who doze off or do something else during the training session will double their training tomorrow."
"Devil!"
"The Devil!"
Son of a b*tc*!
I swear desperately in my heart, but no matter how Chung-Myung is, I have no talent for reading others' minds. Unfortunately.
"Here we go. Keep your training tools in order."
The three great disciples sighed in unison as they saw Chung-Myung walking to the whirling white pipe.
Meat
I can see the meat.
Nowadays, Hawasan is awash with money and meat every meal. Even the first time I saw them coming in and out of the restaurant, they seemed to have hired a new person.
Meat is the three great disciples who used to light their eyes, but now no one has touched meat even though it has been a long time since they sat at the table."...eat."
Yoon-jong said helplessly, but no one holds chopsticks.
"...I feel like throwing up if I eat."
"I don't like it."
"I can't believe I'm looking at the meat. It's time for me to die."
Everyone couldn't bring themselves to put something in their mouths.
"Metabolism."
"...why?"
"Isn't this a little too much?"
Yoon-Jong had no answer. But that didn't mean the end of the day.
"It's... no, I mean, it's good for us to train. In fact, it's true that we haven't been focusing on training in the meantime, and I understand that it's better to train properly and get something from that time than to waste time clumsily."
"But?"
"But it's too much training. There's no place in the whole body."
The other death penalty seemed to feel the same way.
"...you'll die at this rate, death penalty."
"It used to be a little bearable, but these days it's really killing me."
"When I enter the room, I fall asleep like a corpse. Every time I fall asleep, I'm afraid that I might die in my sleep."
"I can't hold chopsticks. My hands are shaking."
Yoon-jong sighed.
"Tell me...…."
"But wouldn't you at least pretend to listen to what the death penalty says?"
"It's an metabolism."
Yoon-jong frowned.
But this is not a wrong word.'
In the past, Jo-Gol and Yoon-Jong pressed complaints. But now it's not just a job to deal with.
Yoon-Jong was at the end of his rope, too.
When fatigue builds up while training, it relieves fatigue so that the next training does not interfere, but Chung-Myung recently pushed people without giving them a chance to recover from fatigue.
I feel like I'm over the limit every day. Would Yoon-jong have been afraid to go out for the early morning training?
Yoon-jong glanced back at Jo-Gol.
"Walk."
"Yes, death penalty."
"What do you think?"
"Well...."
Jo-Gol drooled and everyone's eyes were on him. Among the three great disciples, Jo-Gol is the second only to Yoon-Jong, and perhaps more than Yoon-Jong.
"Honestly, it's a little too much."
"Right?"
"It's hard for me to hold up. The problem is that the intensity is getting worse day by day. I also welcome intensive training, but this is too harsh."
"…mmmmm."
"The harder the iron is, the harder it gets, but the harder the human body is to be beaten."
"So what do you think you should do?"
"The problem is...."
Jo-Gol is twitching around the eyes.
"The bird...." No, Chung-Myung can't be unaware of this logic."
"Yes."
Yoon-jong groaned.
He was exactly on the same page. The training I'm doing doesn't make sense. But it doesn't make sense that Chung-Myung doesn't know that he's overtraining.
Because it's Chung-Myung.
"I think we'd better hang in there for now. If nothing changes over time, we should talk then."
"Well, then I won't put up with it."
When the conversation between Jo-Gol and Yoon-Jong ended, they all agreed. For now, it is important that you have been told that you will protest if this situation continues.
Whether the protest will work or not is another matter.
"Let's eat for now. Even if you don't go in, force it in. You have to train in the afternoon, but if you show a weak appearance, Sasukjo will beat you."
"Yes."
"Thank you for the food."
"Phew."
Everyone held up chopsticks with their weak hands. Jo-Gol clicked his tongue small as he looked at the pity."Yes."
Jo-Gol struggled to head to bed.
I think I'm going to die like this.'
It's good to wash. Whether or not his whole body was covered in dust, he just wanted to rush to his bed and stretch out, but he wanted to praise himself for washing clothes and washing his body with a desperate will.
Thanks to this, the eyelids were full, and there was no strength left in the whole body. It's amazing to be able to walk.
Down.
Jo-Gol, who fell down on a hard bed, sighed himself.
It's training when you wake up.'
In fact, Jo-Gol had no complaints about Chung-Myung's way of training. I thought I could hold on no matter how harsh it was. Because in the end, all that training will make you stronger.
But lately I've been a little doubtful.
What if my body gets damaged first? Can the body continue this training?
But even before the question deepens, there is a flood of humiliation. Jo-Gol quits thinking and leaves himself in a rush of sleep.
"Death penalty."
"…mmmmm."
"The death penalty, wake up. Death penalty."
"Hmm?"
Jo-Gol struggled to open his eyes. A human figure enters a dim view.
"Who!"
A heavy hand presses Jo-Gol, who is about to get up.
"Don't make a fuss and get up quietly."
"Chung-Myung?"
"Hurry up."
What else did this crazy guy come into Jo-Gol's room to do this night? How did you open the door?
"...what's going on?"
Jo-Gol struggled to lift himself up. I think I slept quite a bit, though, but I couldn't get rid of any fatigue. Being heavy, irritation soared automatically.
At that moment, Chung-Myung offered him something.
"Come on."
Jo-Gol frowned unconsciously when he saw a small pill on Chung-Myung's hand.
"What is this?"
"Energy."
"What?"
"Shhhhhhhhhhhhh."
Jo-Gol, who unwittingly made a loud noise, shut up.
"It's hard to get. I'm giving it to you because I'm the death penalty."
"Gee, you're really good?"
"Have you been deceived? You'll get the hang of it just by smelling it."
It is real.
For a while, a pure scent had been poking Jo-Gol's nose. Nevertheless, the reason I asked back is that I cannot believe the situation at all.
What is zero medicine? It's a medicine that enhances internal performance and cleanses the body. In Gangho, the mere rumor that the best medicine is somewhere in the world spreads blood and kills a person.
Even if it's not that much of a medicine, it. If there is any effect that enhances endurance, the value far exceeds the same amount of gold.
But you're giving that pill to someone else?
"I'm not poisoned."
"No, it's not that!"
Jo-Gol took a deep breath trying to scream.
"Why are you giving this to me? Why don't you eat it?"
"Because the death penalty needs it."
"...."
"Hurry up and eat, before others know. And it's absolutely a secret that I gave you medicine. It's only for the death penalty."
"...you."
Jo-Gol mouthed and closed.
Can I really eat this?
Jo-Gol, who has been struggling with extreme tiredness, couldn't think as well as usual. Moreover, that pill seemed to be a real pill. As evidence, the tired body was reacting violently.
"Just eat it. I'll take you to the door."
"...can I really eat it?"
"I'm giving it to you because it's the death penalty."
Chung-Myung bounced the pills in his hand. Before Jo-Gol could react, the pills that came into his mouth melted and passed through his esophagus.I could tell from my gut that this was a real pill.
"I'll take care of you, but don't rush into it. You can take at least a month to slowly absorb it."
"Oh, I see."
"Turn around, I'll take you from now on."
Jo-Gol looked at Chung-Myung with slightly moved eyes and turned around to turn his seat. Looking at his back, Chung-Myung smiled wickedly.
'You have to water a thirsty person to be thankful.'
Chung-Myung was already curious about what kind of eyes the death penalty will show tomorrow.