Episode 12. Inside and outside the demon world, ancient bamboo forest (2)Two days have passed."Confucius.""… … .""I brought you some water."As expected, there was no answer.Ma Dong-pil sighed inwardly.'Are you in some kind of shock?'Two days ago, the Samgongja, who came into the residence in the Gojuk Forest, gave up eating and drinking and sat on the bed, staring at the window from a distance. He wished he could sleep, but his eyes were open all night.However, it wasn't like he was just sitting there in a daze.He seemed to be thinking about something with a serious face, but I couldn't figure out what it was.'Your body will be hurt.'There is nothing you can do. Isn't it impossible to force one's body to be touched?Finally, it was time for Ma Dong-pil to give up trying to talk and turn around."hmm? it's morning?"Ma Dong-pil, surprised, looked at Cheon Ha-jin.Cheon Ha-jin rubbed his face with both hands as if washing his face.Ma Dong-pil suddenly got down on his knees."Are you finished contemplating?""uh? Well, that's right. "I didn't know it was already daylight.""It's not just daybreak, Confucius. "It's been two days.""Two days?!""yes.""For some reason, Shiba, the skin on your stomach has sunk.""I apologize.""Why are you always so sorry… … ."Having not slept or drank water for two days, his face was emaciated to the point of being sick."Do you have water?""yes!"Ma Dong-pil handed over the bowl that was lying on the table.Cheon Ha-jin poured the water from the bowl into his mouth."Gulp! "Gurgling!"With a gulping sound, cold water poured into his mouth like a waterfall.'omg!'Ma Dong-pil's complexion turned pale.I had no idea that he would drink that much cold water like he was emptying his glass. As I emptied a bucket of cold water into my exhausted body, it was clear that my stomach would turn quite a bit.
but… … .
"Oops! Siwonta."
"Go, Confucius!"
"why."
"… … Are you okay?"
Cheon Ha-jin tilted his head.
"What's not okay? Anyway, the water here tastes good. "Can I ask for one more thing?"
"Well, of course."
"Just warm it up a little this time. "It looks like the corn is going to break."
"I follow your orders!"
As soon as he shot out like an arrow, Cheon Ha-jin fell flat on the bed.
"Um, yeah. "I can sort out my thoughts now."
Unlike his relaxed body, his face was horribly stiff.
"I can't go out."
For now, though the word is missing... … Well anyway.
He quietly looked up at the ceiling and smiled.
"Even if I use my courage and evil, I can't get out."
When things got to this point, I couldn't help but laugh.
I was surprised that I had spent two days organizing that obvious thought. From the time I woke up, it's been over a hundred days.
I don't waver anymore. Don't waste time thinking about useless things.
There was no time for that.
'Military department? Demon God Palace? It was all meaningless. 'It wasn't possible from the beginning.'
He realized the root cause of why he felt unnecessarily anxious and why he was obsessed with the idea of running away.
dream? no.
Prejudice against demonic religions? Especially not.
The real reason why I thought I had to run away as soon as I found out that this body was the Three Princes of the Heavenly Demon Church.
"… … "Because it was uncomfortable."
And what created that feeling of discomfort was the subtle ominousness flowing in the air.
'It was too late to realize it.'
When he was called the King of Sal, he gained the gift of extrasensory perception.
He didn't get it because he specifically wanted to get it. As he experienced the threat of death at every moment, it was an ability that he learned spontaneously, so to speak, blossoming through a combination of innate talent and acquired environment.
And he created a martial art called Cheonra Yuktongsik (天羅六通式) that amplifies his super senses and became a legend in the world of assassins.
'Extra sense is not martial arts. Just like I felt when I met the cult leader, this is a feeling engraved in my soul.'
Cheon Ha-jin smiled bitterly.
'Since when did you misunderstand that it was martial arts?'
If I hadn't mistaken that, I would have been able to see through the essence of the situation more easily.
"No, maybe it could have been more confusing. shit! "Is this a helpful ability or a not-so-helpful ability?"
The death that Kang Ho-in encounters is different from the death that Sal-su encounters.
Kang Ho-in fights with a spear knife, but Sal-su fights with the 'moment' of time.
Salsu perseveres and focuses for just one perfect moment. Whether it is three days or ten days, you only see that.
And how well you capture the moment and how much concentration you can maintain determines your talent as an assassin.
Cheon Ha-jin was a genius. At least when it came to assassinations, he was a genius worthy of being called the best in the world.
Uicheonmaeng threw such a genius into the swamp of death at every moment without properly managing him. In severe cases, there were times when he went out to assassinate three times a day.
The assassin who eliminated more targets than anyone else in history.
Salsu has been in contact with 'death' longer than anyone else in history.
Cheon Ha-jin's super sense was an ability he truly deserved, considering the hardships of his life.
And now.
He completely regained his identity as the King of Cheonhajin, who had not fully realized who he was.
"Anyway, it's right to get out of here. "But it's not possible right now."
Face the essence, understand the situation.
"In that case, I have no choice but to live as Seoryang, the Three Princes of the Demonic Cult, for the time being."
Acknowledge reality, then design.
"What overlaps between my desires as a third-party citizen and my desires for my future?"
Cross-validation, and… … .
"I need to become stronger."
Draw conclusions.
Cheon Ha-jin's eyes lit up.
"You have to be strong. "Becoming stronger is more important than anything else."
A world where the weak are eliminated.
And the Heavenly Demon Church was a group that strictly observed the law of the fittest of the fittest more than any other force in the martial arts world, with strong self-respect at the forefront.
Since the passive method of waiting to be culled and kicked out was not a consideration in the first place, he had to become strong if he was to live here as Seoryang.
The same was true when looking at Cheon Ha-jin's future. I'm thinking of leaving Kangho, but I don't want to give up martial arts. Isn't it true that the world doesn't know how things will turn out? Martial arts were necessary for a safe life.
In the end, whether he lives or dies, there is only one path he must walk.
He was a martial artist.
'I don't use frivolous things anymore. I go forward confidently with my own feet and with my own abilities.'
Just when he had made up his mind, the door opened and Ma Dong-pil came in.
"Confucius, I have brought you some water."
"thank you."
Cheon Ha-jin said after emptying the moderately lukewarm water.
"Mr. Ma."
"Yes, Confucius."
"From now on, when you call me, please call me Confucius."
"… … yes?"
Sigh.
Cheon Ha-jin looked up at Ma Dong-pil without saying a word.
At that moment, Ma Dong-pil felt goosebumps all over his body.
The eyes of the Three Dukes looking at him were extremely transparent. The vague eye glow, as if it were a person or a ghost, gave off an eerie fear.
Ma Dong-pil hastily lowered his head.
"I follow your orders, Master Seo."
Cheon Ha-jin nodded.
'From now on, I am Seoryang.'
Until he leaves here, until he becomes confident in his own life, he will live solely under the name Seoryang.
"hungry. Let's eat."
"I will prepare right away."
After a half-hour examination, Cheon Ha-jin, whose stomach was upset due to drinking too much and overeating, suffered from exhaustion and suffered from diarrhea like a storm.
* * *
My resolve to confidently advance using my abilities became stronger as time passed.
It was the fifth day since I entered the Gojuk Forest.
"done!"
Jin, or rather, Seo-ryang, clenched his fists while shouting one word.
"I'm completely healed."
It has become completely normal, with nothing to add or take away.
There was not even the slightest internal injury left, and his entire body muscles were full of vitality. The tattered blood vessels have healed smoothly, and the functions of the five internal organs have become healthier and more active than those for my age.
Muae-gong's growth was also encouraging.
'Sadangong!'
Muae Gong broke through Sadangong. Thanks to this, the process of extracting toxins from the body has become several times faster, and the cleansing ability of purification and jingyeol has become much stronger.
'Now!'
Proudness spread across Seo-ryang's face.
'Now we have a proper foundation.'
Now is the beginning of true martial arts. If you apply the enlightenment you gained while living as a king to a body full of talent, you will be able to become stronger in a short period of time without the need for elixirs.
and… … .
Woooo!!
Xu Liang closed his eyes.
A strange sound coming from deep inside the body.
I could see the world without having to open my eyes. It felt exactly like it looked.
I could vividly feel the chirping of birds, the sound of insects flapping, and even the wriggling movements of earthworms.
Cheonra Yuktongsik (天羅六通式).
It was a study to open the mind's eye by maximizing one's extra senses. It's hard to use only half the angle now that my strength is at a low level, but what's the point of being able to use it?
"good! "Let's fly somewhere!"
Muai Gong, Cheonla Yuktongsik, and Dark Spiritual Energy.
Although he was full of knowledge about other killing methods and martial arts on his mother's side, these three martial arts could be said to be the fundamental martial arts that created the legend of the King of Death.
You can use Muae Gongdo and Cheonra Yuktongsik. Now, if you just learn the dark reiki created by scraping together the visions of the nine factions, you will be able to become stronger in no time.
Seoryang, filled with dreams and hopes, began to memorize the lines of the dark song of joy, joy, and joy.
After a while.
"for a moment."
Seo-ryang's eyes suddenly bulged. He faced an unexpected difficulty.
"Amyeonggi… … Is it okay to learn ?"
This is the Church of the Heavenly Demon.
And I... … No, it's the Three Confucius, Xiliang.
There must be a magic craft that Seo-ryang originally knew about. He was probably wearing magic techniques taught to him by the sect leader himself.
But I don't know what it is?
'Oh my, Shiba!'
What on earth are you so clumsy about?
Seoryang held his head and screamed.
"Mr. Ma! Ma ssiii!"
A moment later, Ma Dong-pil came rushing out from somewhere in the bamboo forest. He had been working on something, but his sleeves were rolled up and his body was quite dirty.
"Did you call me, Prince Seo?"
"I want to ask you something."
"Please ask."
"The leader's disciple, that is, between me and the executioners."
"yes."
Xiliang swallowed his saliva.
"Is there anyone who hasn't learned magic?"
As if he didn't understand why, a small wrinkle appeared between Ma Dong-pil's eyebrows.
"Is that possible? "They are all training powerful magic skills that were given to them directly by the leader."
"… … ."
"Didn't you, Master Confucius, have some magic techniques that you learned before you started using the magic technique?"
"Oh, you know! Cancer, I know!"
"Yes."
"… … ."
"… … ."
"Perhaps."
"Please ask."
"What if, just what if."
Xu Liang asked in a voice full of tension.
"What happens if the teacher's disciple learns a martial art other than magic?"
"… … yes?"
Ma Dong-pil rarely shows this kind of reaction. I could see how dumbfounded he was by the question just now.
"I don't know what Confucius Seo meant… … "I apologize."
"Just literally! "What happens if I don't learn magic?"
"Well, that is…" … ."
It was something I had never thought about. You're a demon but you don't learn magic? Can you call that mine?
Ma Dong-pil said stuttering.
"That kind of thing… … I wonder if it's possible... … ."
Xu Liang was completely despaired. Looking at Ma Dong-pil's reaction, it was clear that he regarded such people as bastards who did not deserve to be called magicians.
Yeah, honestly, it doesn't matter even there. If you get kicked out because of that, that wouldn't be a bad thing either.
the problem is!
"I don't know about anyone else, but I would venture to guess that the religious leader would be quite displeased if the princesses and princesses did not learn the magic arts… … "I'll give it a try."
"… … ."
"I apologize."
Xiliang lowered his head.
Ma Dong-pil was embarrassed. He couldn't figure out why Confucius was doing this again.
How much time has passed like that?
"Mr. Ma."
"Yes, Prince Seo."
"Please bring me all the magic weapons that I can borrow with the authority of the Three Dukes."
Xiliang raised his head.
Ma Dong Pil was startled as he opened his mouth.
A single tear was flowing from Seoryang's eyes, with a strange expression, as if she was laughing or crying.
"… … "Please quickly."