Habuk Pengga Swordsman Genius - Chapter 540



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540. Soft on the outside, strong on the inside (5)

As they arrived in front of Cheonsujang, a warrior from the Red Blood Tiger Corps stepped forward and blew his horn.

Phew!

The main gate of the huge fort opened at the sound of a horn.

Knock knock.

As the door to the ancestral shrine opened with a loud noise, Jang Yu-jung’s eyes lit up with curiosity.

Contrary to his reaction, the rest of the students and secretaries swallowed dry saliva.

The main gate of Cheonsujang felt as huge as a castle gate.

That was understandable, as the momentum flowing out from beyond the door was considerable.

It was even more intense than the atmosphere I felt in Habukpengga, which is said to be the ten greatest cities in the world.

I couldn’t even imagine who would come out.

Because anyone who exudes such an intense aura must be a master who has reached the level of one of the world’s top 100 masters.

Jang Yu-jung was wondering who that expert might be.

He was now certain that the person beyond the door was Hong Chil-gae, Han Bin’s martial arts master.

Hong Chil-gae’s eccentric personality was famous even among officials, but his uprightness was also a role model for those who pursued scholarship.

I was already curious, but after meeting Hanbin, my curiosity grew even more.

It must have definitely had an impact on Hanbin’s personality.

It was said that he helped raise Hanbin, who could be called a genius Confucian scholar.

Of course, others were nervous in different ways.

The Confucian scholars and scribes were actually afraid of the martial artists.

I hated the martial artist who displayed this level of aggression to the point of making my teeth chatter.

It was not easy for scribes who were close to books to adapt to a situation where fists or swords came before words.

It was a time when the secretaries were extremely tense.

A dark-haired woman ran out through the open door.

“My lord!”

The woman couldn’t hide her joy, as if she was seeing a family member she had been separated from.

Hanbin laughed at her scream.

“Vice President Shim. How have you been?”

“Yes, of course. I have something to report to you, my lord.”

The woman who came running was none other than Sim Mi-ho, the leader of the Red Blood Tiger Squad.

For a moment, the secretaries breathed a sigh of relief.

Even the secretaries were not afraid of the warriors belonging to the Habuk Pengga.

Although the martial artist was said to be rude, he was in the same situation as Habukpangga, eating his food.

It was said that the rules of the Habuk Pengga must be followed.

Although Simmiho was cold, he had never caused any accidents within Habukpangga.

Secretary Jang Moon-soo opened his mouth wide as he looked at Sim Mi-ho.

This is because I realized that the unmanned person who was radiating aura comparable to that of a master behind the door was none other than Sim Mi-ho.

Although the Red Blood Tigers have made achievements in recent times, I never imagined that Sim Mi-ho would have the skills to match those of a top-class master.

It would have been impossible for Sim Mi-ho, who had been a first-class, or even mid-level, martial artist, to reach the peak without a stroke of luck.

Jang Moon-soo gritted his teeth.

He was determined to achieve that chance by Hanbin’s side even if it meant dying.

Of course, other secretaries had similar thoughts.

Whether it was martial arts or academics, Hanbin was considered the best teacher.

Despite the determined eyes of the secretaries, Hanbin looked at Sim Miho without saying anything.

“Look… … Then speak comfortably. Deputy Chief Sim.”

Sim Mi-ho opened her mouth and smiled brightly at Han Bin’s characteristically candid speech.

“I have prepared the instructions that my lord asked me to give without a single error.”

“I like Chief Sim because he’s fast.”

As Hanbin clapped his hands with a cheerful expression, Sim Miho continued speaking.

“Don’t worry, we’ve prepared the food and released it fresh.”

Sim Mi-ho straightened her shoulders as if she was confident.

Hanbin smiled at Simmiho’s confident appearance.

Hanbin’s laughter spread quietly.

Jang Yu-jung also laughed, and the students also laughed silently.

The scribes were relieved to see that sight.

Jang Moon-soo and Jo Il-soon looked at each other and nodded.

Among them, Jo Il-soon turned his head and sighed in relief.

How many doubts did you have about the youngest prince, Hanbin, when you came here?

That doubt has now melted away like snow.

Any doubts about the priesthood contract, which was similar to a slave contract, could be easily shaken off.

That’s understandable, since he noticed that they had prepared food for them.

When I heard that they brought it in fresh, I pictured sizzling meat in my head.

He quietly bowed his head toward Hanbin.

I was ashamed of myself for ever doubting myself.

Now, it seemed that I could comfortably devote myself to my studies here during the time allowed by Habukpangga.

Then Hanbin called the secretaries.

“Everyone, come this way.”

At Hanbin’s direction, the secretaries came out in droves.

Their eyes sparkled with anticipation.

Although he was not a soldier, he seemed to have some military discipline.

Hanbin looked at them and smiled with a kind face.

Between Hanbin and the secretaries, laughter flowed that was thicker than the fragrance of flowers on a spring day.

Hanbin exchanged glances for a moment and then looked at Jo Il-soon.

As it turned out, Jo Il-soon became the representative of the secretaries.

“Oh, let me introduce myself first. Do you know the deputy chief Sim Mi-ho here?”

“Yes, of course I know.”

“That’s good to know, I’m glad. Starting today, I’ll be the temporary instructor, Lieutenant Commander Sim Mi-ho. Everyone, introduce yourselves.”

“Instructor, instructor?”

Hanbin spoke as Jo Il-soon opened his eyes wide.

“Oh, don’t worry, there’s more than just one instructor.”

“ah.”

As Jo Il-soon let out a gasp, two warriors came running from the main gate.

They stood in front of Hanbin with movements as swift as a leopard.

“Have you arrived, my lord?”

“I’m a little late because of preparations.”

The two warriors struck Hanbin with their fists so hard that his head touched the ground.

A warrior who looked to be well over forty and a warrior who looked to be in their early twenties were standing side by side and bowing to Hanbin.

Hanbin patted their shoulders.

“Jangsam, Joho! Stop raising your head. This is too much manners.”

Hanbin smiled brightly as he looked at them.

Jang Sam lowered his head again without saying a word, the wrinkled corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Joho smiled awkwardly and scratched the back of his head.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you, my lord. I really wanted to see you.”

Although the relationship between master and subordinate was strict, they looked like family.

It was natural that the scholars and scribes nodded in awe at that sight.

Sim Mi-ho quickly joined Han Bin, while Jang Sam and Jo Ho took the lead.

The place they headed to was the mountain behind Cheonsujang.

The inside of the palace was quiet, as if no one was there.

It was so quiet that it felt like time had stopped, except for the occasional croaking of insects between the bushes and the chirping of birds in the trees.

As we reached the entrance to the back mountain, there were several boxes there.

The boxes were half blue and half red.

People who were looking at the box nodded.

The contents could not be seen because of the box, but the smell emanating from it gave me an idea of ​​what they were.

The box was definitely the food that Simmiho had been talking about.

People could tell that Hanbin had prepared a delicacy from the mountains and the sea because of the wafting fragrance.

Each member of the Red Blood Tigers carried a box on his back.

It was a box that looked quite large, but they climbed up the mountain without any problems.

Thud thud.

Their footsteps echoed along the mountainside as if an army was marching.

The fact that their footsteps had become louder was evidence that they were tired.

Although the mountain behind Cheonsujang was not that high, it was a bit too much for the Confucian scholars and scribes who had wrestled with writing their entire lives.

As they climbed the mountain, panting, a cliff appeared.

Hanbin said under that cliff.

“Let’s take a break here for a moment.”

“Haha, that sounds good.”

Jang Yu-jung looked around with a blank smile.

Jang Yu-jung, who had been looking around for a while, tilted his head.

“What on earth is that? Peng Yu-saeng,”

The place Jang Yu-jung pointed to was in the middle of the cliff.

What Jang Yu-jung found strange was that there was a signboard in the middle of the cliff.

Besides, the handwriting on the signboard was so familiar.

No matter how I looked at it, it was Hanbin’s handwriting.

Lastly, I didn’t understand the name on the sign.

The signboard clearly said ‘Sashindae’.

It was a character made up of the character for snake (蛇) and body (身).

When he tilted his head, Hanbin continued speaking.

“That is a place for training.”

“Because it is a place for training… … .”

Jang Yu-jung didn’t ask any more questions.

Because I knew it was impolite to ask what that practice was.

However, as I watched the expressions of the warriors carrying the packs on their backs brighten, my doubts began to pile up.

All of the people introduced as the Red Blood Tigers were smiling with the corners of their mouths raised as they looked at the sign that said “Death Squad.”

Of course, he didn’t make a sound.

They just exchanged meaningful glances.

Except for Jang Yu-jung, the other students are completely oblivious to this.

Perhaps he was so out of breath that he didn’t have the energy to look at other people’s expressions.

Jang Yu-joong was actually more curious about what kind of surprising behavior Han-bin would show up there than about the food.

The reason Jang Yu-jung judged Han Bin to be a genius Confucian scholar was not only because of his academic achievements.

The perspective on things was different.

When a problem is faced there, the method to solve it is different.

There were two things that Jang Yu-jung was most curious about.

Hanbin promised to find the traces left behind by Jang Yu-jung’s younger brother when he came here.

Of course, that wasn’t the only reason I came here.

The thing I was most curious about was how to educate those scribes.

Jang Yu-jung even made a bet with Han Bin over that issue.

The loser of the bet agreed to grant the winner one wish.

Jang Yu-joong was confident about this bet.

Why are geniuses called geniuses?

Because he is literally a talent sent from heaven.

The reason the scribes gave up their studies and joined the martial arts world was because they were only good enough.

However, Hanbin decided to raise the level of skills of the secretaries to the level of those who passed the provincial exam in just one month.

It was when Jang Yu-jung’s smile became increasingly deeper.

Hanbin stopped.

Where they arrived, there was a large pavilion.

There was enough space for Jang Yu-jung and his party to eat.

As Hanbin nodded, the Red Blood Tigers moved like lightning.

When I opened the box, it was filled with delicacies as expected.

In the blink of an eye, the table was set.

Even after all the dishes were served, there was still about half a box left.

What’s interesting is that all the boxes that the Red Blood Tigers use to open and serve food are blue.

Now the only boxes left are red.

Hanbin snapped his fingers nonchalantly.

Exactly.

At that sound, the Red Blood Tigers ran down carrying the remaining red boxes.

As Kang Ho-in, carrying a red box, disappeared in the blink of an eye, Jang Yu-jung asked.

“What on earth is in that box?”

“This is something that will make their hearts strong. You made a bet with me, didn’t you, Dean?”

“That’s right.”

“If I can make their hearts strong, I will win the bet. Isn’t the most important thing the inside?”

“Haha. So that’s what they mean by soft on the outside but strong on the inside. But don’t be disappointed.”

Jang Yu-jung smiled while looking at Han Bin.

He meant it.

The innate talent could not be changed.

This was an enlightenment I gained while teaching talented students at Yulimseowon.

Jang Yu-jung looked at the Red Blood Tiger warriors who had disappeared from their seats.

Something that will make your heart stronger?

I’m just curious what it is.