Isong Baek frowned.
Regret? Did you just say regret?
'He's a child without fear.'
The usual Isong Baek is not a person who judges an opponent by age or status. But this young student of Hwasan was too self-indulgent to be self-indulgent.
Even if you don't know how cool it is.'
He is not old enough to know exactly the difference between his own and others, and decide what to say or do. I understand that far.
But how can such an attitude come out when the inspection of the Tamun faction, which is at least one head bigger than himself, asks for a dagger?
'Let's think it's bold.'
Isong Baek sighed slightly and went on.
"Are you willing to accept the obligation?"
"Yes."
The answer is also too calm.
Isong Baek finally opened his mouth with a heart of generosity towards a child.
"May I ask you a question?"
"Doho is not here. My name is Chung-Myung."
"Chung-Myung, Chung-Myung이라."
The reason why I asked you again is simple.
"Hey, Chung-Myung stamp. Let me give you a piece of advice. Chung-Myung may think there's nothing wrong with it, but it's not just his fault. Let's stop to Hawasan before we see the bigger anger...…."
"Don't you fight?"
Isong Baek flinches.
Chung-Myung yawned as if he was bored and stretched.
"It looks like Jong-nam is fighting with his mouth. Why would you talk to me without a good knife?"
"...."
Isong Baek grinned.
'My discipline is still lacking.'
Seeing how much I want to beat this rattle up.
"There's no need to rush me. I'm thinking about starting right now."
As Isong Baek grabbed the sword, Go Hwi grabbed Isong Baek by the sleeve.
"Do you intend to do it yourself?"
Isong Baek looks back on Go Hwi.
"You don't have to come forward. I'll do it."
"No."
"Death penalty."
Isong Baek says with determined eyes.
"There is a minimum courtesy. But since I am the oldest among them, wouldn't it be a shame for him to fight me?"
Eventually Go Hwi sighed and backed away.
Anyway, the death penalty is too obvious.'
Personality alone is more than enough to be a great disciple.
"Jongnam's Malhak Isong Baek wants to paint the sword of Huasan's student Chung-Myung."
"Oh, wait a minute."
"...what else?"
Chung-Myung pulled his head out and looked at Go Hwi.
"Let me borrow your sword."
"...."
Go Hwi's eyes were wide open.
'I can't believe you asked me to lend me your sword. Still, how can a disciple of a mastermind have such a hair style?'
The first thing you learn when you go into the inspection is not to hand over your love and sorrow to others. And you have the audacity to hand over the sword!
"Do you mean that the disciples of the inspection don't carry a sword with them?"
"Well, did you think there would be a fight?"
"Hwasan is...…."
"If you don't like it, drink it."
Chung-Myung looked around.
"Let's see, something to use as a sword...…."
Isong Baek frowned.
"Give it to me."
"The death penalty!"
"Do you want to hear that Jongnam's disciple persecuted a disciple of Hwasan, who was not even stabbed?"
"...."
Go Hwi sighed at Isong Baek's words. Soon after, he untied the sword with his waist and threw it at Chung-Myung.
"Thank you."
Chung-Myung, who holds the sword, digs the sword in one hand and looks at Isong Baek with his dim eyes.
"Let's get started, shall we?"
"...you don't want to vote?""It's nothing to kill. You don't have to pick one. You can pick one."
Isong Baek closed his eyes tightly.
It's Simma. Simma.
When I'm talking to this guy, I feel like the discipline I've been doing is disappearing quickly.
Isong Baek, who closed his eyes and took a deep breath, took a sword.
Originally, I was going to scare him away, but I don't think that's enough. Apart from personal ill will...….
"As far as I can tell, he won't listen to me unless everything is broken.'
It was Isong Baek who accurately determined Chung-Myung's personality in a short conversation.
"Hold the sword."
"Yes, well."
Chung-Myung lifted the sword with a big heart.
Looking at it, Isong Baek slightly narrows his forehead.
"You'd better do it right. It's too late for me to swear."
"Excuse me."
"Hmm?"
Chung-Myung sighed deeply.
"Let's be quick. You're gonna be up all night. Bring it on."
"...Ee!"
Isong Baek's face is finally filled with aging.
"I'll fix your habit!"
Eventually, Isong Baek, who threw everything, flew straight to Chung-Myung.
Screaming!
Jongnam's sword is simple and clear.
Each place, which is located in the middle of Gupa and famous for its inspection, has a distinctive characteristic. The shaman's sword is soft, Hawasan's sword is splendid, the mucous black speed, and Jongnam's sword is serious.
A heavy sword, excluding all changes and tricks, is struck at Chung-Myung's neck.
Chung-Myung lifted the sword lightly and blocked Isong Baek's flying sword.
Whoops!
The detection and the detection collide, creating a sharp metallic sound.
"Ta-ha!"
At that moment, Isong Baek swings his sword again to aim for Chung-Myung's side.
Fast and strong. Even if there is a chance to counterattack, you won't dare to counterattack the sword's momentum, which splits the waist in half.
Whoops!
And again, Chung-Myung pulled down his sword to block Isong Baek's attack.
He hesitates.
Chung-Myung can't handle the heavy weight and takes a step back.
Isong Baek, who grabbed the vessel, swung his sword and began to drive Chung-Myung.
"Whoa."
Go Hwi smiled leisurely as he watched the match.
"The death penalty must be quite upset. You don't seem to want to end it easily."
"Yes?"
"He did scratch the insides of the death penalty a lot. Tsk, tsk. I know. You have to look at people and joke around."
"Are you scolding him now?"
"Yes, I can finish whenever I want, but don't you think it's fitting? Maybe the kid who's blocking the death penalty now is dying."
Sure enough. Chung-Myung kept faltering back.
At the sight, Wihan Su tilts his head.
"Don't you think you're blocking it too well for that?"
"That's the great thing about the death penalty. What would you say if the death penalty knocked him down in one fell swoop?"
"Oh...."
"I'm trying to figure out the limitations of that child in an instant and push it with enough strength and speed to barely block it. I didn't hit a single one, but I'm teaching you enough."
Go Hwi shrugged his shoulders.
"That's too big a lesson for a cheeky kid. That kid needs to know that. Don't miss the death penalty, either."Yes!"
Go Hwi bit his tongue.
I can't believe he's so angry. If I were you, I'd be angry. I hope the death penalty doesn't get too excited.'
But contrary to the appreciation of those behind the scenes, Isong Baek, who attacks, was a pain in the ass.
Whoops!
"Stop it again?"
to be weird
It shouldn't be blocked.
Contrary to Go Hwi's remark that he was playing with moderate strength and speed, Isong Baek was now at his fastest pace.
"Why is this blocked?'
The ghost was going to freak out.
Chung-Myung's sword is never fast. It was a sword that was slow and suffocating.
But with that movement, it's incredibly blocking Isong Baek's sword.
The slow sword preoccupies where Isong Baek's sword will go and waits leisurely.
Does this make sense without being in my head?'
Can you read the kendo?
No, it's not that level.
Even if the sword was read by a young disciple of Hwasan, it would not be possible in common sense.
To stop his sword with that slow sword, as soon as Isong Baek shook it...… No, you must read Isong Baek's thoughts and move the sword before you can shake it off.
How can such a thing happen without Chung-Myung being a ghost?
"Taaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"
Isong Baek threw up a shout and shook his sword hard.
No matter how well I looked at the child in front of me, I wonder if there were only fifteen children. By age, he is only his youngest brother. However, such a child is blocking Isong Baek's sword without showing any signs of difficulty.
His sword, which is one of the most famous items in Jongnam!
'This can't be happening!'
Isong Baek's sword has begun to carry his strength.
Obviously, the beginning was light, but the strength of the sword, which he did not know, is getting stronger.
Claw claw claw claw clawing, clawing, clawing!
A gale gushed out of the sword.
Whoops!
However, Isong Baek's kendo, Chung-Myung's sword, could not be pushed back.
wall
This is a wall.
No matter how much you struggle, you can't get through it. It's like a wall made of male steel.
"Gain!"
Isong Baek swung the sword as hard as he could.
"Hey!"
When Go Hwi saw the wind coming out of Isong Baek's sword, he shouted without realizing it.
"Don't get carried away by the death penalty!"
Go Hwi's shrill voice was clearly heard in Isong Baek's ears.
"Oh, what did I do?"
Isong Baek quickly recovered the history of the sword. The heavy spirit disappears and a sword that is only fast hits Chung-Myung's sword.
by the way
Whoops!
Suddenly, a sudden binge of drinking broke out and bounced back like an arrow shot by Chung-Myung's body.
"Huh?"
And get stuck in the wall as it is.
Cooooong!
Shaking. Shaking!
Chung-Myung has a web-like crack on his wall. Soon, Chung-Myung's body slides down to the floor.
"...."
Isong Baek opened his eyes wide.
"The death penalty!"
Go Hwi came running frightened.
"What have you done to the child?"
"Oh, no, I...…."
I'm sure it's lost its history.
Even if I swung it with all my might, I couldn't even get a scratch. But does it make sense to fall off while trying to stop a sword without bearing?
It was that moment."Growl."
Chung-Myung, who collapsed on the floor, crumbled and suddenly began to pump blood out of his mouth like a fountain.
"Gasp!"
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"
Everyone freaked out and ran to Chung-Myung. Only one person, Isong Baek, stood blankly with a haunted face.
"Pooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
Blood fountains soar up and down.
Wow... blood can be spewing out of a person's mouth like that.
It's obviously my fault. Anyone can tell.
"The death penalty!"
"...."
I'm going crazy.
Isong Baek couldn't figure out what was going on.
"Crack. Crack."
Chung-Myung's mouth is dripping with blood like blood. No matter who looks at it, it looks like he's severely injured. It doesn't seem strange if you lose your breath like this.
It was the moment when Isong Baek came to his senses and ran to Chung-Myung.
"What the hell are you doing?"
Everyone's eyes went back to where the sound came from.
Isong Baek had no choice but to close his eyes with a grim face.
With a face full of anger that had never been seen before, Hwang Jong was staring at him with a shaggy beard.