The Munchkin Disciple Wants To Stop Being Obsessed Over - Chapter 145

145 – Responsibility

-“Disciple, it means to undo everything.”

Master’s voice.

-“It’s like saying you will take responsibility for everything.”

She unfolded the circle and returned somewhere to nothingness, then looked into my eyes and said.

-“So keep that in mind. “If the day comes when you decide to take something back, that day must be the day when you decide to take responsibility for something.”

I asked her with shining eyes.

-“Master.”

-“What on earth are you going to take responsibility for when you completely destroy healthy mountains and rivers?”

At that time, I was a poor boy who lost his first source of food before my eyes without even knowing why.

-“Disciple. This teacher did not destroy the mountains and rivers. But he just remembered.”

Just like that, a light tickling lifted my bangs and tickled my forehead.

-“There’s no need to make that face. No matter how foolish a student he is, if he is my student, there will come a day when he will turn something back like me.”

-“When that auspicious day comes, you too will realize how heavy a responsibility it is to turn back.”

She smiled shallowly and stroked my head,

I didn’t immediately understand what she said and tilted my head.

After that, I didn’t understand what she said for quite some time.

At that time, I was

Me until now.

New sword type 7.回 (回)

A sword that restores everything.

Because I was too weak to swing that sword.

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Shingeom (神劍) type.

Although it was the swordsmanship I learned, I always had doubts about the swordsmanship itself.

The more you learn, the more you learn.

The more you awaken and realize,

The more you swing, the more you swing,

While I am immersed in swordsmanship that seems to deviate from the laws of the world, I also wonder whether such swordsmanship can really exist in the world.

Cutting the soul.

The world is decorated with fire and ice.

It splits time and space and distorts everything.

It’s not even magic, so what kind of swordsmanship in the world can cause such a miracle?

I don’t know if that was all.

The 7th form, Hoe (回), is said to be the sword that restores everything.

I was dumbfounded when I first heard it.

With just one swing, everything can be reversed. Does this mean that it is possible to say this?

I thought so, but after witnessing that single swing in person, I had no choice but to immediately agree.

The mountain has disappeared.

The river disappeared.

Everything that was inside returned to nothingness.

A single swing was simpler and more powerful than any other technique.

To be honest, it was even beautiful. So I tried to learn.

Over the years, I have swung the sword hundreds of thousands of times and fooled the scales countless times.

In the end, it failed.

The more you try, the more you try.

The more you try, the more you try,

I just realized it.

Unlike other secret techniques that could be vaguely imitated if one tried hard, Hoe (回) was an alien sword that could not even be imitated.

So, it was always a question.

It cannot be brought out even with mana like the Great Sea,

Something that cannot be done even with a body that goes beyond human limits,

That single swing, what kind of miracle can it cause that it doesn’t even allow me to approach?

The guy called responsibility that the teacher talked about is so grandiose that he doesn’t even show his face to me.

It was always a question.

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The question that was vaguely coiled in my heart.

When I created a miracle and an even bigger miracle, it naturally resolved itself.

He spurred his feet and swung his sword.

The blade divided black and white, and my body crossed between the gaps.

In an unfamiliar sensation, unfamiliar memories began to seep into my mind.

What happened here,

The stories I saw and heard about the things that were here,

Memories of this place.

With countless memories being injected into my head for a split second.

The blade soon began to split Mort’s past.

Unfamiliar and uncomfortable memories begin to pile up in my head.

The hero, Mort, was someone’s trusted colleague.

A brave warrior plunged his sword into someone’s heart.

The conflicted hero betrayed someone in order to hide something.

The fallen warrior lost trust in someone.

Memories I didn’t want to know,

Emotions I never wanted to feel.

Thump.

The feet touch the ground.

The back of the fallen person touches the floor.

My thoughts after peeking into his memories reach the meaning of responsibility that Master spoke about.

‘It was literally…’

Revert. I remember. Therefore, you must take responsibility.

Responsibility here does not mean being held by the person responsible for the memory.

Responsibility means.

-“Mort. “I trust you.”

-“I would be glad if it could help you even in this way.”

-“How could you do this to me…”

-“I am disappointed.”

Not turning away.

Remembering.

Simpler than you think,

However, it is difficult to put into practice,

It was heavy.

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I gave strength to my trembling hands.

He lifted the sword and brought it to his face.

To the ugly bastard who is still breathing heavily and shedding tears, with sword marks engraved on his chest that are still shining white.

“···Why are you crying because you did a good job?”

Breathe trembles with blood mixed in,

A trembling voice.

I felt like I was going to collapse at any moment. The moment I closed my eyes, I felt like I would open them on the other side of the rainbow bridge.

“···It’s nice to meet you.”

In the meantime, Mort muttered quietly.

“This cold, lonely, terrible world… I’m strangely happy to see you today.”

As if I had given up on everything, I closed my eyes.

“···.”

Is it because I was momentarily immersed in unwanted memories and emotions?

Normally, the six-headed character would have come out reflexively, but not this time.

It was difficult to say anything. Above all, my condition was not good enough to continue talking.

I rummaged through my arms in silence. Before I lose my mind, to retrieve an artifact that can redeem this imperfect sin.

“···It is an item in the memory of this body.”

When I took out the white restraints from my arms, Mort muttered.

When I looked at the guy’s eyes with a questioning look, Mort answered out of breath.

“···Werheim probably didn’t know either. Never would he have thought that his body would be bound by the artifact he created to seal away the evil spirit. hehehe…”

Coughing, the guy smiled and held out his hand even though he was spitting out blood. I, who felt like I was going to collapse at any moment, silently activated the restraints.

Paaat.

Then, the restraint ball stolen from Master’s subspace burst into pure white light, and that light soon seeped into Mort’s heart.

This is it. From now on, there will be no way for this guy to appear in another body somewhere.

There are many things I want to ask. I wasn’t in a state to ask anything right now.

First of all, I wanted to rest. The curiosity that has accumulated like a mountain can be answered later by this guy who is incarcerated.

“···I just ask one question.”

That’s what I think, a voice in my ear.

“Perhaps…”

“I saw it.”

When asked if he had seen his past in a hesitant voice, the answer came out reflexively.

“···From beginning to end.”

I saw it all.

“Us.”

Let’s talk about that later.

With those words, my vision blinked.

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A dark dungeon without a single ray of light.

“Heh, heh…”

Mort, who was tied up there, was still smiling.

Because I was willing.

This terrible loneliness that I hated so much,

The terrible air of this world is extremely cold.

Things that he hated and didn’t shy away from, strangely felt willing to Mort now.

“Come on, come on. hehehe…”

Mort, who had lost everything, was waiting endlessly.

-“Let’s talk about that later.”

Just time to talk to the child who took everything from him and made him like this.

Mort was curious. How will the child who has seen everything about himself react to himself?

Should I curse or offer words of comfort?

Should I sympathize, or should I criticize him?

Actually, it didn’t matter what it was.

I was just willing.

He became aware of the loneliness that only he knew.

He ended up remembering a story that only he knew.

Someone stepped into a terrible world where only he existed.

So, there was no way I wouldn’t be happy.

“···Chung!”

“···See you!”

In Mort’s ears, he begins to hear a faint sound coming from above.

Cheolkeong.

The sound of an iron door opening.

Takkak, takkak.

The sound of footsteps getting closer from above.

“···.”

Mort raised his head.

“I didn’t know you would come first.”

Mort’s expression crumpled when he saw the man walking in front of him, holding a torch.

“What are you here for?”

“···.”

“Are you here for that damn role play? Or not···.”

In response to Mort’s question, the man holding the torch only showed a shallow smile and did not respond at all.

“Did you come here as a sin of laziness?”

“For now, let’s call it the former.”

Crash.

The man who was laughing shallowly opened the lock on the iron cage and came in and looked at the bound Mort happily, and Mort called the name of the man looking at him in a quiet voice.

“Evil.”

Another name for someone who realizes that it was a sin only after it became a sin.