Hyeonjilmusin - Chapter 85



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85. Rotation (2)

Myeongil was a good child. He was taken in as a shaman when he was young and never once disobeyed the orders of his teachers or private tutors.

Usually, the children who were first taken in would cry or run away during the arduous training of the shamans, but Myeongil had none of that.

Also, rather than blindly following the orders of his masters, Myeongil tried to understand them with his heart. That is why, even though he was still young, his faith in the teachings of the Wudang sect and his faith in his masters were comparable to those of his great disciples.

“… … Have you ever seen something like that?”

“no.”

The anger of Myeongil was so unusual that even the three great disciples of the shamanist faction were muttering.

Now, Myeongil was expressing his anger by disobeying Jang Moon-in’s orders. However, all the disciples understood.

Jang Moon-in is the face of the sect. A young man of similar age, pale and pale, spat on the face of the sect, so it was impossible to remain silent. If Myeong-il had not come out, everyone would have drawn their swords.

“Draw your sword.”

“Wouldn’t that be the case anyway?”

The child of the Jegal family did not give in to the pressure exerted by the three great disciples of the Wudang faction and kept on laughing.

Tomorrow, something felt out of place. Among the people from prestigious families I occasionally met, there was no one whose speech and behavior were so rough and delinquent.

No matter how badly the Zhuge family and the Wudang faction were not on good terms, you can’t say that the noble family is not a noble family. The Zhuge family’s child even spat on the floor while drawing his sword.

“What are you doing? Don’t attack me.”

Zhuge Se kicked the child’s sword with his foot. Myeong-il felt uncomfortable, but did as he had been taught by his disciples and private tutors.

“I learned to give three seconds to the lower class. Come first.”

“That’s nonsense. Okay. Do whatever you want.”

The child of the Zhuge family kicked the ground without any preparation.

The next day, Jegal Se opened his eyes wide as he received the child’s sword.

‘Strong.’

Clearly, his swordsmanship was the same as the one he had fought against last time at Jegal Se-ga. The difference was that he was much rougher and stronger.

The first time I saw it, I thought it was trivial compared to the shaman’s swordsmanship, but since the user was different, I definitely felt the pressure.

If it was this strong, why didn’t it come out last time? I couldn’t understand.

“Where did you get your mind wandering!”

The child of the Jegal family immediately recognized that Myeong-il was briefly distracted by other thoughts. It showed that he had a broad and sharp vision and was also relaxed.

“Ugh!”

Myeongil immediately unfolded his Five Element Sword and advanced defensively. Jegal Se-ga’s swordsmanship was sharper than expected, so it seemed like he would have to wait and see for now.

It was an obvious judgment for Myeongil, but the three great disciples could not help but be surprised by that alone.

Among the three great disciples, Myeong-il showed the strongest appearance. In the first place, the three great disciples hardly saw Myeong-il’s defensive first-form when they fought. No matter how much Zhuge Shi said he would give up the three first-form to Ai, Myeong-il’s usual appearance of fighting with an aggressive first-form was different.

“Seeing someone like you representing the Three Great Disciples, the future of the Shamanist faction seems bleak!”

Swords flew in five directions. Myeong-il took a step back while Zhuge Shi calculated the child’s initial stamina.

I wanted to fight back right away, but there was nothing more embarrassing than saying I would give in for three seconds and then going back on my words.

After three seconds of Zhuge Liang’s retreat, Ming Yi immediately switched to the offensive.

To be safe, he had to watch more, but now he was not simply doing a martial arts. Even though he was just a child, he was still taking on the role of representing the shamanist faction that he had longed for. To the siblings of the same age and the people of the Jegal family who were watching, he was the shamanist faction.

“Don’t underestimate the nonpartisan!”

Myeongil shouted and unleashed the Seven Star Sword. The Seven Star Sword was a sharp sword among the Wudang Sect’s swordsmanship, which had a soft overall style.

The next day, Zhuge Shi deflected the child’s sword diagonally and dug in the direction furthest from the sword.

As Myeongil turned to the offensive, Zhuge Liang’s expression also began to harden.

“You little rat!”

The child of the Jegal family raised his knee toward the face of the burrowing Myeong-il. Myeong-il blocked his knee with one hand and then stabbed with his sword with the other hand. The child of the Jegal family did not have time to change the upward-pointing blade downward, so he pressed down on Myeong-il’s sword with the hilt of his sword.

The close-ranged battle continued with great intensity. The children’s eyes rolled quickly as the fighting and swordsmen switched like flowing water. Some of the children who were watching with their eyebrows furrowed, eventually missed the movement and closed their eyes and rubbed them.

The appearance of the battle was unexpectedly similar. The children of the Zhuge family were surprised by Myeongil, and the disciples of the Wudang faction were surprised by the children of the Zhuge family. This means that they had great confidence and trust in each other’s representatives.

‘I didn’t start a fight for nothing.’

As a representative of the three great disciples, Myeongil has also dealt with many of the later disciples of the same age from other prestigious families.

At this level, it would not fall short of the top review indices of other prestigious families. It was as if he had picked up the child of the Jegal family he had fought against before.

As the fights grew longer and longer, and the number of seconds they shared exceeded fifty, Myeong-il became anxious. The responsibility to immediately subdue them and establish the shamanist faction was now upon Myeong-il. Representing the sect he loved was a greater burden than he had thought.

And it seemed that the same was true for the child of the Jegal family. The two of them switched to the most defensive form possible and began searching for the best moment to bite the other’s neck.

Myeong-il deliberately left an opening at his waist with an animalistic judgment. The child of the Jegal family immediately had his eyes light up and he turned his sword and slashed at Myeong-il’s waist as if he was going to split it in two.

Myeong-il felt the hem of his fluttering clothes being pressed against the sword and the skin on his waist being split apart with heat. That fleeting sensation, which only a warrior could feel, was the signal for Myeong-il to turn his body.

Myeong-il’s movements, which had been moving quickly until now, drew a soft curve like a leaf floating in the water. Zhuge Se moved his body in the direction that the child’s sword was moving. Zhuge Se’s child’s blade and Myeong-il’s waist were touching, but he was not cut. This was because they were moving at the same speed.

The next day, Jegal Se rotated around the child’s sword, escaped the sword’s trajectory, and swung his sword like lightning.

‘wait for a sec.’

At that moment, a chill ran down Myeongil’s spine as if cold water had been poured on him.

A part that I couldn’t even think about because I was so angry. Right now, the two of them were using the real swords they were carrying, not the wooden swords they were using for martial arts.

Tomorrow’s black sword, Zhuge Shi, was drawing a trajectory toward the child’s neck. If Mingil’s sword had not been blocked in the middle, Zhuge Shi would have definitely cut off the child’s neck and thrown it. Then this was truly a major accident.

Myeong-il clenched his teeth and tried to stop the sword, but the momentum that had been caught would not allow him to stop. As soon as Myeong-il felt the sensation of his own blade touching the neck of the child of Jegal Se, he closed his eyes tightly.

“What are you doing now!”

With someone’s roar, Myeongil flew into the sky. Looking down from the sky, I saw the child of the Jegal family with his head down on the ground.

The person who flew away and planted the child of the Zhuge family in the ground was the respected private tutor, Qinghua Jinren.

They quickly separated each other, leaving one out and sticking the other out.

“Ugh, ugh.”

Cheonghwa safely received the light that had been raised high into the sky and put it down, then took a deep breath. As the rain was moving in a dangerous direction in the distance, she used all her true energy to perform a lightness attack.

“… … Phew.”

It wasn’t just Cheonghwa who held her breath as if she was going to stop. The onlookers also held their breath when they felt that it was dangerous. The onlookers didn’t have the quick reflexes and skills to intervene in the suddenly dangerous fight, so they just held their breath.

As soon as the child of the Jegal family got up, he touched his own neck with his hand. A small drop of blood came out of his hand. It was proof that the blade had touched his neck even a little. He, too, could not help but imagine that his own neck had been cut off.

“Are you okay?”

Cheonghwa took a deep breath and asked the child of the Zhuge family. The child of the Zhuge family nodded absentmindedly.

“Hey you!”

Cheonghwa approached Myeongil, who was still blankly staring, and slapped him on the cheek. Myeongil’s small body rolled over and dust rose up.

Myeongil didn’t even have time to touch his swollen cheeks. He didn’t realize what he had just done.

Soon after, Myeong-il’s face turned pale. Myeong-il immediately prostrated himself before Cheong-hwa.

“sorry!”

“Is this something you can apologize for? Do you know what you just did?”

The scolding from Cheonghwa, whom he respected, was so stinging that it brought tears to his eyes. The one who was more surprised than anything else was Myeongil himself. The reason he was shedding tears was not because of Cheonghwa’s scolding, but because he was starting to realize how big of a mistake he had made.

“What’s going on!”

The elders of the Jegal family who came down from Samcheong-gwan came running late.

Since the people of the Zhuge family were also unmanned, they could quickly recall what had happened just by looking at the situation that had just unfolded.

“What is this now!”

The foreign lord, Zhuge Zan, was in a deep state of thought and raised his voice at Qinghua.

Originally, their relationship was amicable, but this was an incident that could not be overlooked even with that relationship.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. It seems that our disciples made a mistake due to their temperament.”

Cheonghwa lowered her head. The elders of the shaman faction, including Cheongui, who had arrived late, also realized what had happened and their expressions became distorted.

Of course, the first one to take out the knife was the child of the Zhuge family. If the child of the Zhuge family had cut Myeong-il’s waist, the people of the Zhuge family would have bowed their heads. However, that was only a case. As a result, the only thing that remained was the fact that Myeong-il almost killed the child of the Zhuge family.

“Okay. After all, kids are just inexperienced drones. Accidents can easily happen during a military operation.”

Surprisingly, the one who brought that up was Zhuge Qian, the head of the Zhuge family.

“……yes?”

All the elders of the Zhuge family, including Zhuge Chan, looked at Zhuge Qian with surprised eyes.

Anyone could see that it was the fault of the Wudang faction, and strictly speaking, it was an opportunity for the Zhuge family to hold the Wudang faction accountable. However, Zhuge Qian blew it away with just one word.

“Is that okay? Go ahead. This is clearly my disciple’s fault.”

Cheong-ui stepped forward. Myung-il lowered his head and his small shoulders shook. It was unfortunate, but now was not the time to protect Myung-il. Rather, it was a situation where it would have been inadequate to publicly discipline him.

“I’m not saying it’s okay. It’s necessary for a warrior to experience the journey between life and death. How precious is the experience of living through the threshold of death?”

“… … We will give Myeongil an appropriate punishment from our side.”

“You don’t have to do that. If it makes you feel better, then do it.”

Surprisingly, Zhuge Qian smiled in this situation and left, holding the child’s hand.

The elders of the Zhuge family also observed and followed Zhuge Qian.

The shaman’s people blankly looked at the backs of the people in Zhuge Liang.

Then suddenly a strong wind blew and a burst of energy came from the yard behind the palace.

The sound of rustling branches and leaves poured down on the shamans who stood there in a daze.

It was an unusual turn even before it started.