Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 103



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 103

Misunderstanding (3)

‘What are you saying?’

Of course, martial arts are relative and vary depending on compatibility and situation, so it is difficult to accurately quantify skill.

In particular, the martial art that Jeong-Hyeon learned was archery, so it was bound to vary greatly depending on conditions or situations.

But even considering that, I didn’t think that Jeong-Hyeon was inferior to them.

furthermore.

‘Unlike those who only know how to confront each other head-on, doesn’t Jeong Gwan-do have many abilities that are actually helpful in actual combat?’

Those guys think that Jung-Hyeon got good grades thanks to them, but that was just them letting him use his abilities in the right places.

‘Tsk. Those bastards. It seems they think that Jeong Gwan-do’s versatility is just something to catch.’

Perhaps because they were ignorant fanatics or because they were still young, there was a tendency to look down on things like archery and secret arts.

The petty gossip of young and pathetic guys. I felt like there was no need to deal with it.

The problem was that it didn’t end with gossip, but rather bullying.

While Ichimoku was pondering what to do about this, a strange story came out.

“We were planning to have a go at it, but he must have been quick-witted and has been with ‘that guy’ ever since the youngest prince went missing.”

“I happened to see it when I was passing by. It was so obvious that it was following me around.”

“Yes. No matter what, I’m reluctant to get involved with ‘that guy’ for various reasons… .”

Who is this ‘guy’ whose name they cannot bring themselves to call?

The deduction didn’t take long.

‘Well… I guess being with that crazy attention seeker would be a bit uncomfortable in many ways.’

It seemed like he was talking about Baekcheon.

Jeong-hyeon simply asked Baek-cheon for teachings in order to properly communicate with people, but they seemed to think that Jeong-hyeon was using Baek-cheon as a shield.

‘It looks like I can’t be bothered anymore thanks to that crazy guy.’

They say even dog poop can be used as medicine, but it was a surprising discovery that it had many uses.

And then Ichimoku turned around and left the gossip scene.

This was because I concluded that if there was no bullying, there was no need for me to come forward.

How long did it take to walk, ignoring the group of losers who were gossiping?

Suddenly, Ilmok thought of Jeong-hyeon and Baek-cheon.

‘Now that I think about it, the combination of those two is really mysterious.’

Both were loners, but for completely different reasons.

One of them was avoiding people due to social phobia, and the other was an attention seeker who enjoyed human attention.

It’s just that people keep their distance and treat me like I’m crazy because I don’t discriminate between different types of gaze.

‘… Ahem. That must have been the case originally.’

It was a scene that made me feel uneasy for no reason. After that advice, I became a crazy person who didn’t care about what other people thought.

Another thing they have in common is that they both learned archery and dark arts, which the demonic cult’s martial artists look down on.

Unlike Jeong-hyeon, who was even more depressed because of it, the crazy guy seemed to think that there was nothing better than secret techniques to attract attention.

‘Hmm. It seems strangely mismatched, but also seems to match.’

As his thoughts continued to this point, Ichimoku suddenly shivered and shook his head violently.

“I’m going crazy from being harassed by crazy guys. I can’t believe I’m hanging out with two guys.”

Ichimoku, who rubbed his arms in the sudden goosebumps, quickly used his hiding ability again to avoid the three perverts.

And far away, at the scene where Jeong-Hyeon was being gossiped about.

“To cling to that man after the youngest prince? As a woman, her actions seem truly petty.”

There was such talk going on, but Ichimoku, who had already left, did not hear it.

* * *

The next morning.

As always, it’s Instructor Chu Il-hwan’s martial arts training time.

Today, as usual, the three Choi Woongs were waving their swords around, spreading out a curtain of humanity.

But he wasn’t asleep. Unlike usual, he was looking somewhere furtively through the curtain of humanity.

And after seeing it with his own eyes several times, Ichimoku came to some realization.

‘… That’s a bit serious?’

Realizing why those people were gossiping about Jeong-Hyeon.

Of course, I had no intention of justifying their gossip. Just that.

‘Is it really that sloppy?’

Jeong-Hyeon’s archery was at a truly serious level.

On one side of the training ground, there are various targets prepared by the instructor and assistant instructor for Jeong Hyeon, who is learning archery.

Every time Jeong-Hyeon shot an arrow at that target, the arrow flew at an incredible speed, and even the accuracy was messed up. It almost never hit the center of the target.

It was a strange thing.

Because the archery that Jeong-Hyeon showed when they were alone in the open space or when they were in a group during the test wasn’t at that terrible a level.

And at a glance, it was immediately clear why Jeong-Hyeon’s archery skills were so poor.

‘… I guess it’s because people are watching?’

There was a saying that one has a stage personality.

When you go up on stage and perform in front of an audience.

A constitution that allows you to display your original abilities even when countless people’s eyes are on you. Or, a constitution that displays abilities that are even better than your original abilities when there are many people watching you.

And the opposite was also true.

There are times when you can’t even display half of your skills when you go on stage.

I’ve heard that there are quite a few cases where singers, actors, or athletes fail because they are born with that type of constitution.

Although their singing, acting, and athletic skills are impeccable, they can’t show them off in front of people. If they can’t show their skills to others, then in the end, it’s no different from not having any skills at all.

And at a glance, it felt like Jeong-Hyeon was in that state right now.

‘Wouldn’t it have been like that when you were in the other class too?’

For those who had only seen such archery for three months, it would not be strange for them to think that Jeong-Hyeon’s skills were truly shabby.

Until then, I had only seen it in empty lots and testing centers, so I couldn’t even imagine that it would be like that.

And while Ilmok was diagnosing Jeong-Hyeon’s condition.

‘Why, why, why do you keep watching?’

Jeong-Hyeon couldn’t come to his senses because of the constant gaze of Il-Mok.

Jeong-Hyeon was already unable to properly concentrate on archery during training because he was concerned about his peers’ gazes.

In the meantime, Ichimoku kept glancing at himself, and his condition became more serious.

Ting!

Because of the shaking hands and the missed arrow, the awkward sound of the bowstring being plucked echoed throughout the training grounds.

Tick.

An arrow bounces off the protest and lands right in front of you, making a small noise.

“Phew… .”

Someone’s laughter pierced Jeong-Hyeon’s ears.

As Ilmok kept looking somewhere, Choi Woong, curious, turned his head to follow Ilmok and burst out laughing when he saw the sight.

And at that laughter, Jeong-Hyeon’s face turned pale.

My hands were shaking so much that I had trouble even performing that simple action of picking up an arrow that had fallen to the ground.

“Tsk.”

Ilmok clicked his tongue lightly and struck the back of Choi Woong’s head with his sword, who burst into laughter.

“What are you doing during class time? Just focus on your training.”

“Ugh….”

Choi Woong, who was suddenly hit on the back of the head, tried to keep his mouth shut even as tears welled up in his eyes.

It wasn’t meant to stifle groans.

‘losing!?’

Because if I didn’t hold back, curses would come out of my mouth, and if I did, the beatings would probably continue again.

* * *

That afternoon.

Unlike yesterday, Ilmok went back to that quiet empty space.

I was worried that I would be locked in my room because of what happened in the morning, but luckily, Jeong-Hyeon was there.

“Hahahaha!”

“Ahahaha… hahaha.”

Today, too, I burst into a strange laughter with Baekcheon because I was practicing abdominal breathing without fail.

‘… It seems like he didn’t come out of his own accord, but was dragged in by that person of interest?’

Ichimoku had such doubts, but decided to ignore them since they were not important issues at the moment.

“Ahem.”

When Ilmok made a sound with a cough, the two people who had been laughing together turned their gazes to him.

“Good morning, Confucius! Welcome!”

“Oh, Your Majesty?”

Ilmok spoke to Jeong-hyeon, ignoring Baek-cheon who was welcoming him.

“Jeong Gwan-do. Let me ask you one thing.”

“Ma, please speak.”

Ilmok opened his mouth calmly towards the trembling Jeong-hyeon.

“In your opinion, what do you think you are best at?”

“yes…?”

Junghyun asked again without realizing it, unable to understand the intent of the question.

But when Ichimoku stared at him without saying anything, he quickly lowered his head, avoided eye contact, and became lost in thought.

‘What do I do best?’

Honestly, I couldn’t think of anything right away.

Since nothing came to mind on her own, she decided to rely on others.

Things that my only close friend, Confucius Ichimoku, praised.

“Well, archery and stealth. And if it’s tracking, I’m confident in that.”

Ilmok sighed in relief at Jeong-hyeon’s answer and asked again.

“So, what about talking to people? Is that something you’re confident in?”

“Oh, no… .”

It was Jeong-Hyeon who answered with his shoulders hunched, looking completely at a loss.

And at the words that followed, Jeong-Hyeon raised his head again with a surprised expression.

“Isn’t the reason why Jeong Gwan-do is training with Baek Gwan-do now because he has difficulty dealing with people? If so, wouldn’t it be better to practice what you are good at rather than practicing speaking in a way you are not confident in?”

“What, what do you mean by that?”

“Literally. It’s scary for people to show off something in front of others. There’s no need to act like you’re not confident in something that’s already scary.”

“So, are you saying that I should do rain, rain?”

Ilmok shook his head at Jeong-hyeon’s question.

“Practicing martial arts is good, but for now, just practice archery. But in front of me and Baek Gwan-do.”

“…?”

“We will continue to watch over the Jeong Gwan-do, so don’t worry about the gaze and just practice the Gwi-Ryeong-Singul.”

Ilmok thought.

If you can’t even show off your archery skills in front of fifteen people, why not start with just two people?

Ilmok, who found everything annoying, didn’t really want to meddle in other people’s business, but this case didn’t really matter to him.

‘Well, I’m just looking around.’

Anyway, because of the suffering I had in Dohwaryeong, I had no intention of practicing martial arts. So, there was no harm in just sitting here and watching Jeong-Hyeon’s archery skills.

Because I thought I was just watching archery tricks.

Besides, there was no need to argue or analyze Jeong Hyeon’s archery.

“Also, Baek Gwan-do, please watch over Jeong Gwan-do and give him advice every now and then. As your teacher.”

Because there was a person named Baekcheon who taught Jeonghyeon in place of Ilmok.

‘As expected, even dog poop can be used as medicine.’

Baekcheon was a pretty useful piece of shit.