Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 73



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 73

Senior (2)

By the time the misunderstanding between Ilmok and Jeonghyeon was resolved.

Swish.

Someone moved cautiously and left the place.

“Phew.”

Instructor Eun-ryeo, who was moving through the shadows while wearing a tight black nightgown, sighed deeply only after moving to a place where Ilmok and Jeong-hyeon could not hear.

‘I’m glad it worked out well.’

In fact, what she forgot to tell Jeong-hyeon was what happened to that senior just a little while ago.

That secluded empty space where they practiced their stealth skills every day was actually a training ground favored by the high-ranking officer, Mokhoryeol (莫虎熱).

It might have been good information for others, but it was very important information for Jeong-Hyeon.

From the perspective of a child suffering from social phobia, if a senior student suddenly barged in, he would inevitably be surprised in many ways.

Of course, Instructor Eun-ryeo had no intention of approaching me from the beginning, dressed in a nightgown and hiding like this.

‘Yeah. That kid needs to grow up a little now.’

With that thought in mind, I decided to just move on since I hadn’t been able to convey it yet.

I didn’t tell you about the Makhoyeol Pass, but I gathered all the Passers-by and informed them that the upper-ranking Passers-by were returning today.

But, when I tried to ignore it, my body started to tremble and I couldn’t stand it.

So, Instructor Eun-ryeo came here secretly and late.

In the end, it was a useless effort.

There was no need for her to step forward, because Ilmok had already sorted out the situation.

However, even though the situation was sorted out, Instructor Eun-ryeo’s expression was not at ease.

It wasn’t because I had to turn a blind eye to the unauthorized fighting.

Ilmok stepped forward to help Jeong-hyeon. It was because the expression on his face was cold, but Instructor Eun-ryeo also had that much flexibility. Aside from Ilmok, it was because he felt sorry for that boy Jeong-hyeon.

The problem was on the other side.

‘Haa. As expected, it seems like Ichimoku Kwando will grow up to be a man with many sins.’

Jeong-Hyeon, that pitiful child mustered up the courage to confess, but you avoided it by beating around the bush like that.

The single instructor, Eun-ryeo, who was watching the scene that was full of the scent of youth, felt sorry for Jeong-hyeon and almost had tears well up in her eyes without realizing it.

* * *

one side.

Makho-yeol, who was defeated by Ilmok and left the empty lot, headed straight to the Heukho Hall, the dormitory of the upper class.

“Hmm? Didn’t you say you were going there to hone your enlightenment?”

When his colleague, Guando, asked with a puzzled expression at the sight of Mak Hoyeol who had just returned, Mak Hoyeol laughed heartily.

“Hahahaha! We have a guest.”

“Hmm? If there are any passengers at this time, they would be juniors.”

“That’s right. Hahaha. We actually competed for a seat once, but I got defeated by my junior. Hehahaha.”

At the sight of Mak Ho-yeol laughing heartily as if he was saying that it was okay, his classmate Gwan-do, who had spoken to him, made a puzzled expression.

‘You got a fever?’

In their rankings, Mak Ho-yeol’s ranking was, strictly speaking, in the middle ranks of the first class.

However, this was the evaluation criteria of the Magic Hall, and the result was a reflection of various items.

Mak Ho-yeol, a martial arts fanatic, didn’t have much interest in other fields, so his grades weren’t that good.

And to put it the other way around, it means that in terms of martial arts skills alone, he is one of the best among their peers.

“You, were you perhaps letting your guard down?”

“To let your guard down during a fight? That’s harsh.”

As Mak Ho-yeol’s eyes, who had been smiling like an idiot, began to sparkle, his colleague, Guan Do, who had asked the question, smiled awkwardly and waved his hand.

“Nongilse. Calm down.”

Since they had been classmates for a year, they knew each other’s personalities and characteristics quite well.

For the first few months, fights would often break out without the instructors or teaching assistants knowing, but now they were living together with some degree of mutual compromise.

“You were so serious about it, but you lost. That’s surprising.”

“Hahaha. I was surprised too. But still, thanks to that junior, I was able to come to a realization, so it was a good experience, wasn’t it? Hahaha.”

As expected of a simple-minded person, Mak Ho-yeol smiled refreshingly, but the expression on the face of the person he was talking to was complicated.

It was a natural thing.

A year’s difference may not seem like much, but in the Magic Hall, it was enough to be called a ‘separation’.

This is a place where only the most talented people in the Cheonmasingyo are gathered, and the martial arts that the Cheonmasingyo warriors learn are called magic arts.

And the greatest advantage of magic was its incredible speed of development.

If you reach a mature level and are blocked by a wall, then it may be different. At this age, that one year difference is bound to create a huge gap.

I wondered for a moment what the hell that junior was doing.

In the officer’s mind, some information he had heard during a recent expedition came to mind.

“Maybe that junior is the youngest disciple that Cheonma has just brought in.”

“Your Majesty’s new youngest disciple?”

The official who saw Mak Ho-yeol’s expression as if he had no idea what he was talking about sighed in disbelief.

“Didn’t you hear what the Red Dragon Sect seniors said during this expedition? Didn’t they say that the youngest disciple of your lord was rumored to be a genius? And they also said that he was planning to enter the Magic Hall this term.”

“Hmm. I think I’ve heard it, but I don’t think I’ve. I’m not sure. Hahaha!”

The official sighed again at the sight of his ignorant colleague who had no thoughts other than martial arts.

At that moment, one of the officials who had been listening to their conversation stepped forward.

They had just returned from an expedition, so they were taking some time to get themselves organized.

While taking a bath or organizing luggage, everyone stopped because they were interested in the conversation between the two.

The path forward. Baekcheon (白天) raised a question.

“I remember that story too, but it doesn’t add up.”

“It doesn’t make sense? What are you talking about?”

“Think about it. The anecdotes of the youngest Confucius that the seniors of the Red Dragon Corps told us are all about wisdom. There wasn’t anything about the youngest Confucius’s martial arts skills, was there?”

At those words, the colleagues who were watching nearby also nodded as if they agreed.

Among them, some had heard the story of the youngest Confucius, while others, like Mak Ho-yeol, did not remember or had not heard of it.

It was a rumor that spread widely within the Cheonmasin Church, but the problem was that these people were disciples of the Magic Hall.

When Ilmok was kidnapped by Gatcheonma and forced to join the sect, they had just entered the Magic Hall.

And while they were in the Magic Hall, they had little means of exchanging information with the outside world.

Although the instructors and assistants often visited the headquarters, there were no instructors or assistants who acted lightly enough to inform the followers of rumors and gossip that were spreading in the world.

That is, I had not been exposed to any information about Ichimoku for a whole year, but this time, I happened to hear about it while I was practicing at the Jeokryongdan.

The problem was that the Red Dragon Corps had also been away from their headquarters for several months, so they hadn’t heard any news of Ilmok’s entry into the ranks.

“Each branch established a school, and the new doctor Jeongsimwon tried to control the side effects of the magic. And even advised the Grand Duke to help him achieve the end of his magic. Each and every one of these stories is amazing, but was there one that required force? And above all else.”

Baekcheon paused for a moment, then felt everyone’s attention and smiled faintly.

“It’s only been about a year since the youngest prince entered the religion. Even though he is the disciple chosen by the Heavenly Demon, do you really think it’s possible to defeat Ho-yeol in that short period of time?”

All of the classmates who were concentrating on the conversation nearby nodded, as if they thought Baekcheon’s words were valid.

Even the official who questioned whether the one who defeated Ho-yeol was the youngest prince, Park Ki-tae, nodded in agreement.

But, questions still remained.

“Then who on earth is that junior?”

“Hmm. But if it’s true what the rumors were saying before we entered the palace, then isn’t the most outstanding one among the juniors the eldest grandson of the Dokgo family?”

Baekcheon nodded his head at what someone had said and asked Mak Hoyeol.

“Did the junior who fought you also use a sword?”

Mak Ho-yeol nodded, but his expression was filled with doubt.

“That’s true, but I heard that Dokgo Se-ga’s Dokgo Gu-geom is famous for its strong swords? The junior who fought me was a master who freely used both quick and strong swords.”

As expected of a martial arts fanatic, Mak Ho-yeol was not interested in other news, but he was always awake when it came to news about martial arts and masters.

At Mak Ho-yeol’s answer, everyone was once again lost in a maze.

Park Ki-tae gave his opinion.

“Since we won’t be able to come up with an answer on our own anyway, how about calling a junior and asking him?”

“Do you know any juniors?”

“There’s a guy I knew before I entered the Magic Academy. If it’s someone like him, he would have easily been able to enter the Magic Academy.”

* * *

After a while.

Park Ki-tae, who had left to bring his younger brother whom he knew before entering the Magic Hall, has returned.

“Choi Woong, a new recruit at the Magic Academy, meets with many seniors.”

Choi Woong, who finished greeting people with a lottery ticket, swallowed dry saliva without realizing it.

Choi Woong became nervous without realizing it because not one or two, but fifteen seniors were all looking at him.

“Hahaha. I’m not trying to bother you, so make yourself at home.”

Baekcheon laughed heartily as if he was being considerate of Choi Woong, and spoke in a relaxed manner.

“Oh, by the way, my name is Baek Cheon-il. You may have heard of it.”

“Yes, I have heard of it, sir.”

“Hahaha. I’m glad you heard about it.”

Baekcheon smiled coolly, but for some reason, Choi Woong felt an eerie feeling.

‘This senior is the promising young man of the Baek family.’

Baekcheon was a direct descendant of Baekga, one of the five families called the Mado Jongga, along with Hyukryeon, Guyang, and Dokgo.

Unlike Dokgo-pae, he was not the eldest grandson but the second oldest of the brothers.

While Choi Woong was thinking about the information about Baekcheon, Baekcheon smiled and said.

“I just called to ask you one thing.”

“Please ask, senior.”

When Choi Woong suddenly came to his senses and answered politely, Baekcheon asked.

“Could you tell me who the strongest one in your group is?”

Choi Woong wondered why he was asking such an obvious question, but later realized an important fact.

‘Ah. It looks like the news is late because you were at the Magic Hall.’

Choi Woong, who had gathered his thoughts, answered.

“I don’t know if you’ve heard the news, but he is the youngest disciple newly chosen by the Heavenly Demon. Senior.”

“!?”

At Choi Woong’s answer, all the gathered senior riders looked bewildered.

“I understand that the youngest prince has only been a student for about a year?”

Even Baekcheon, who seemed relaxed, couldn’t hide his bewildered expression and asked back.

“Ah! Now that I look at it, it seems that the eldest grandson of the Dokgo family was of a lower standard than I thought!”

Baekcheon, who usually didn’t have good feelings toward Dokgo Se-ga, spoke up as he thought of it, but his reaction came from a strange place.

“You, that sounds like you’re saying that I’m low level too.”

The one who came forward with a crumpled face was Mak Ho-yeol. If the eldest grandson of the Dokgo family was of a low standard and the youngest son took first place, then it means that Mak Ho-yeol, who lost to the youngest son, was also of a low standard.

Baekcheon, who realized that fact belatedly, tried hard to control his expression.

‘Tsk. Fighting that boar-like thing is a hassle in many ways.’

Baekcheon was the top scorer in their class. Of course, since it was an evaluation by the Magic Hall, other items were also included in the results.

However, he was confident that he could ‘defeat’ Mak Ho-yeol with just pure martial arts. He was just annoyed that his dignity might be ruined in the process.

‘Tsk. I’m shocked to hear that my prediction was wrong. What should I do?’

However, apologizing to Mak Ho-yeol here would be disrespectful. While Baek-cheon was wondering how to respond, fortunately for Baek-cheon, Choi Woong opened his mouth.

“Dokgo-pae is also an excellent motive. To be honest, I am in the same class as Dokgo-pae, but I don’t have the confidence to win a fight against Dokgo-pae. However, the youngest Confucius, well… .”

Everyone’s eyes naturally turned to Choi Woong’s words. And Choi Woong paused for a moment, wondering what word would be most appropriate to use.

Choi Woong, whose vocabulary was not that great, could not think of a more appropriate word and just said it as it was.

“Beyond genius, he’s a monster.”

On the first day, when I saw him subdue Dokgo-pae, I thought that he was a master who would take first place.

The second day, when I got into a fight with my friends and got beat up, I realized that this was a different world.

And yesterday. After observing and working in the same group during the test, Choi Woong had such a question.

“Honestly, if you watch from the side, you start to doubt whether that person is even a human being, regardless of whether he or she has been a cult member for a year.”

Rather than a difference in rank, I wonder if the species itself is different.

After Choi Woong’s brief explanation of the youngest Confucius.

“… … .”

An odd silence fell over Heukho Hall.