The Nature of Possession - The Nature of Possession chapter 141

141 – EP.7 Dance Competition-2

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eyes are fixed on me

What should I introduce? Can you say that you are a person learning Yeomrun Gong?

“I….”

I’m about to introduce myself, but the ambassador’s gaze is sharp.

Looking at the ambassador’s face, I can see that he shakes his head slightly.

‘Ah… I said it was a shortcut.’

It was said that the principle of one-man transmission of the three major martial arts of the political faction.

Since the Grand Master accepted me as a disciple through an expedient method, the moment the Grand Master said that he was learning Yeomryun Gong, the Grand Master would be in trouble.

“I-I…”

“This person is a servant. I’ve been taking him since Sacheon.”

As I stuttered, the ambassador came out first.

“Sacheon? Ah, there was a bloodgwi subjugation.”

At the words of the ambassador, the man named Ice Gum slowly nodded.

“I thought Binggum would come to Sacheon too.”

When the ambassador smiled, Binggum answered.

“I must say that there are many other threats besides blood demons in the world.”

“Ohhh, that’s right. It seems that the leader gave a separate mission. Hmmm, I see.”

“By the way, seedlings. I’ve never seen you carry seeds… Oh, about 10 years ago, your master…

“Bingum. I don’t know how you and your apprentice are. We’re hungry. So let’s talk about unfinished business later.”

The ambassador cut off Binggum’s words as if cutting a radish and went into the inn.

Binggum didn’t particularly catch the ambassador, so Master followed the ambassador into the inn.

“……”

Something, it was ambiguous to just pass by, so I bowed to them and went into the inn.

Even on the way to the inn, the gaze of a man named Cheongyeon continued to follow.

When I entered the inn, Grand Master and Master were seated in the corner.

I trotted up to them and sat down on the remaining chair.

“I’ll eat dumplings.”

Ambassador’s menu selection.

“Then I’ll eat the beginning.”

Master’s menu selection.

And their gazes stick to me.

I clapped my hands and sang jeom soi.

“Hey Jeomsoi, please roll a bowl of carbonara.”

I said something I’ve always wanted to do.

“What, what a bizarre thing to say. Stop talking nonsense and choose something to eat.”

I felt a little relieved to say the words that I had only kept in my heart.

“Then I’ll eat the same thing as Master. Dumplings and two early meals.”

I gave the menu to Jeom Soi, and as she entered the kitchen, she shouted out the names of the dishes we ordered.

“Huh, I like In-ho because he’s different from how he looks and he’s fun.”

The ambassador, who was watching the series of processes, said with his chin on, and I scratched the back of my head in embarrassment.

“Ha ha, thank you.”

“What’s funny?”

Master murmured while drinking the tea on the table.

Well, at best the ambassador praised it, but the first one was…

I glared at Master, but Master did not move.

“It seems like we’ve been together for a little over two months now, but it’s fortunate that we’ve become very close.”

Seeing us like that, the ambassador smiled contentedly.

In the middle, Master got angry, but the fuss was quickly covered by the food that was immediately served.

“By the way, Ambassador. Who is the Binggum I met earlier?”

I didn’t seem to be on good terms, so I asked once, and the ambassador shrugged his shoulders as if it wasn’t a big deal.

“Ah, you don’t know. I’m the Ice Lun Gong successor and his disciple.”

“Oh… Ice wheel?”

It was a little strange to see the users of the 3 traditional martial arts that I had heard so much.

Since it was said to be a martial art that uses cold energy, I don’t know if it’s just blowing something like ice out of your hand.

“But, don’t you think we’re on good terms?”

I cautiously asked the ambassador, and Master seemed a little uncomfortable with my curiosity, but the ambassador didn’t mind.

“Hmm… How to say. Binggum has a competitive spirit with me.”

“When I was young, after I unilaterally won an ice sword in a match, I developed a sense of competition.”

“Aha….”

Quite a few cases like that.

“That rivalry has continued to this day, and it seems to be passed down to Soyou and Cheongyeon… but aren’t they the same 3 traditional martial arts anyway? It will be more constructive.”

After speaking, the ambassador took a big bite of the dumpling and asked.

I didn’t seem to want to say more, so I focused on my food.

After the meal, the owner of the guesthouse showed us the room to stay.

We were given two rooms.

One room was for Master Master alone, and the other was for Master and I.

Because I slept together while sleeping, I didn’t pay much attention to the distinction between men and women.

After washing, Master and I lay down.

It was because I had to go to the Moorim Maeng tomorrow and apply for a martial arts competition, so I had to go to bed early.

I was trying to say something, but when I saw Master breathing evenly, I suddenly opened my eyes and looked at the ceiling.

Is it because it’s a good bed to lie on after a long time? Rather, I feel like I can’t sleep. The food I ate for dinner seemed to be less digestible.

In this case, a night walk is perfect.

Get up carefully, open the door and go out.

In the middle, I was nervous about whether Master would wake up, but Master didn’t wake up, probably because I had accumulated quite a bit of travel poisoning.

I was able to reach the small garden behind the inn only after I slipped through the hallway with my heels up like a thief.

The cool night breeze cooled the body.

“Wow… that’s a lot of stars.”

I felt it when I was a minor priest of Heukcheongyo, but this is a good dimension for stargazing.

Just by straightening your back and looking at the sky, you can see the stars pouring down like showers.

Step on the stone path and keep looking at the stars.

Thinking about how to prepare for the upcoming match.

I have no intention of dropping out unseemly.

Even if I get eliminated in the preliminaries, I want to show a proper fight.

“Master is advancing straight to the finals.”

The power of the title of the 37th disciple of Yeomrun Gong was great.

“I’m in the qualifiers. 2 games.”

On the other hand, I have to play two matches to advance to the finals.

This is also said to be the result of the ambassador’s efforts.

Originally, people like me who couldn’t prove it properly were told that they couldn’t even apply for the martial arts competition held by the Moorim League.

“I don’t even want the finals.”

I want to prove the results of my short but hard training.

that was my heart

“Prohibition of weeding that threatens the life of the opponent.”

It’s a rule that works in my favor.

If I am certain that I will not die, the options of strategies I can choose increase.

While sparring with Master, he never won, but at least he had a clue about how to get through this match.

So now, based on that clue, you just need to materialize your plan.

“What are you doing here?”

I turned around at the sudden sound from behind.

“Um… good night?”

A woman I met today in front of an inn speaks to me from close by.

With her blue hair, she gave off a more mysterious atmosphere in the moonlight.

“Ah… yes… that…”

“Cheongyeon. Call me Cheongyeon.”

“Nice to meet you. Cheongyeon Sojeo. My name is Kang Inho.”

As usual, hold out your hand while introducing yourself.

Oh, I didn’t say hello here like this.

I was about to retrieve my hand and take a fist, but Cheongyeon suddenly grabbed my hand.

“What, what are you doing?”

“Hand. Didn’t you mean to hold it?”

ask me again

I felt heat rushing to my face.

“Ah, yes. I do.”

I gently waved my hand up and down, then carefully removed it.

Cheongyeon stared blankly at her hand.

Then he points his finger at me.

“You. A good person.”

It was a random word.

“Am I?”

“Yeah. You look nice. Your energy is nice.”

“Ah yes….”

“By the way, why do you go out with a dynamite?”

…?

What is this sound?

“What do you mean?”

“Damn Wheel. It’s bad.”

It keeps spitting out incomprehensible sounds.

And then slowly it comes to me.

When Cheongyeon takes a step closer to me, I also take a step back.

“Damn wheel. It’s dangerous. Follow me.”

Cheongyeon doesn’t care and holds out her hand to me and says.

I can’t do this or that, I just keep walking backwards.

“What are you doing?”

A voice comes from above your head.

Using the moonlight as a spotlight, Master was slowly descending from the sky.

Master landed between me and Cheongyeon, then turned to me.

Master’s gaze was fixed on Cheongyeon.

Cheongyeon also faces Master with slow movements.

It felt like time was frozen.