Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 80



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 80

A bastard (2)

After finishing his meal quickly, Ichimoku left the restaurant. He had a feeling that if he stayed there too long, crazy people would come at him again.

The path leading, without fail, to that secluded empty lot.

“Phew. Phew.”

As he was crossing the Great Battlefield, he heard someone’s heavy breathing.

The sky on the mountainside where the sun is beginning to set.

Under the crimson sky, a man was walking in a large parade.

dump.

And then he fell to the floor and bowed, and then he got up again.

He walks a few more steps, then falls down and bows again. This is repeated.

Ilmok knew who the culprit was.

That’s understandable, because the reason that man was being punished like that was because of Ichimoku.

He was Baekcheon.

The followers of the Cheonmasingyo were paying the price for their sin of calling the Cheonma a ‘dog’. They were punished with a form of bowing three times and bowing once.

In fact, the first thing that came to mind was the punishment he often saw in the South Korean military.

The so-called full-out military parade ground march.

But there was nothing here that could be called a full-fledged military camp, and since the people here were pseudo-fanatics, they needed to be punished accordingly.

Only then will I be able to convince the Magical King.

So after much thought, the idea that came to mind was the Sampo Ilbae Yeonmujang Dolgi.

In addition, every time I bowed, I had to recite a verse from the catechism.

So that the doctrine and faith are completely imprinted in your mind.

So that even in the most physically difficult situations, faith comes first.

So that I will never again make the mistake of insulting Cheonma, even by accident.

By making such an excuse, he succeeded in persuading the Magi.

So, Baekcheon was now continuing to walk around the training ground.

With his internal energy sealed, he repeated the three-step prostration with only his physical abilities, mumbling the following verse from the doctrine every time he bowed.

However, Ichimoku did not think it was because of him.

Wouldn’t it be nice if it was all thanks to you?

At least it would be a better punishment than being eaten by wild beasts, having one’s limbs amputated, or having one’s tongue cut out.

‘I don’t know if he feels that way too.’

Ilmok, who had been looking at Baekcheon for a while, soon lost interest and started walking away.

* * *

After a while, the light goes away.

A woman dressed in flowing clothes, unbecoming of a training facility for martial arts, killing, and special missions called the Magic Academy, was walking toward the restaurant.

The red sunset illuminated her face and clothes, giving off a mysterious aura.

No, it was a woman who believed herself to have a mysterious atmosphere and was intoxicated by that atmosphere, fanning herself.

The woman who arrived at the restaurant with a proud gait froze in place.

‘…doesn’t exist?’

Because there was no one there waiting for him.

Just in case, I even wore the only fatal outfit I had brought with me when I entered the Magic Hall.

After finishing her bath and returning home, Bang Mi-hwa was momentarily paralyzed by the cognitive dissonance that came over her.

“Huh.”

He quickly came to his senses and let out a proud smile.

“I guess you were embarrassed.”

As expected of someone with narcissistic personality disorder who is a master of mental victory, she quickly accepted the situation as she pleased.

She had a rough idea of ​​where Ichimoku might be.

He’s probably hiding in that empty lot.

But instead of heading there, Bang Mi-hwa walked towards the Black Dragon Hall with proud steps.

“Haha. Confucius. Opportunities don’t come just at any time. If you end up shedding tears and begging for mercy later, I will forgive you at least once.”

She decided to consider herself the one who had the most insightful mind.

* * *

The next day. Early morning.

Baekcheon got up and walked towards the restaurant with bleary eyes.

“Tsk.”

The sound of someone clicking their tongue among those who discovered you pierces your ears.

Baekcheon clenched his fist without realizing it, but he did not rush at his friend who clicked his tongue.

As I was walking along, trying hard to ignore the sound, I heard my classmates talking behind me.

“How can you walk around like that even after saying something like that?”

“I guess you’re not ashamed.”

“You’re so careless. I knew you’d cause an accident sometime.”

“Caution is the problem. Isn’t it because you had such feelings inside you that you said those words?”

In the sound of them chattering as if to demand to be heard, a faint sound of teeth grinding echoes from Baekcheon’s mouth, who is gnashing his teeth.

My anger was rising to the top of my head, but I couldn’t bring myself to get angry at them.

It wasn’t because my internal energy was sealed.

He was also a follower of the Cheonmasin Church, and a direct descendant of the five great families known as the Demonic Cult.

From a young age, I had the doctrines of the Protestant religion drilled into my ears, and at least my faith was genuine.

He himself was aware that he had committed a heinous crime that could not be expressed in words.

To be precise, the moment he rushed at them, he endured their contemptuous words because he knew that it was like denying his own sins.

Baekcheon, who had finished breakfast while trying to suppress his feelings of humiliation, headed to the training ground alone.

And just like yesterday, I continued with the Sambo Ilbo.

Every time I bowed, I had to recite the following verse from the catechism, but it wasn’t very difficult.

Because it was a doctrine that I had heard from a young age until it was ingrained in my ears and read and re-read until it was engraved in my brain.

Regardless of whether it touched my heart or not, it was engraved in my brain.

Repeat walking and bowing endlessly.

Before I knew it, the training time had arrived, and I could see my classmates and juniors from the next class coming and going.

Every time their gaze turns to him who is being punished, a sense of humiliation wells up from deep within his gut, even without them saying anything.

I walked around and bowed to them as if I was a spectacle to them.

Even after lunch time passes, afternoon classes continue again, dinner time passes, and evening self-study time arrives.

He had to walk and bow endlessly, becoming a spectacle for passersby.

My stomach, which hadn’t eaten since morning, was screaming so loud that I couldn’t feel anything.

Conversely, muscles and joints that have lost their power source scream terribly, and the head becomes dizzy.

And after about an hour had passed since complete darkness had fallen.

“Just go in and take a look.”

Instructor Cha Eun-young, the instructor, came to see him and ordered him to rest.

He didn’t hide his expression of absolute despair at all. The gaze that had been looking at him with pride until a few days ago had now turned into contempt.

Baekcheon was embarrassed by that gaze, and barely moved his trembling body to return to the Black Tiger Hall.

It was fortunate. All my classmates had already gone back to their rooms.

Time goes by.

The same routine has been repeated for several days.

How long after breakfast did I just walk and bow endlessly?

The emotions that had been covered with shame and anger began to fade, and such emotions began to raise their heads.

‘Why do I have to be like this?’

It wasn’t rebellion.

‘Isn’t it already over anyway?’

He graduated from the Madoukan with honors, and after graduating from the Madoukan, he grew his position within Sega.

Now that all those goals have gone down the drain, why should I endure this punishment?

“Just go back now.”

On the way back to Heukho Hall, after hearing the words of Instructor Cha Eun-young, who came to see me with pitiful eyes again today.

‘Okay. Let’s finish it all.’

When Baekcheon, who felt that all these actions were meaningless, was thinking about such things.

Someone blocked his way.

“Eat this before you go in.”

The man who can be said to be the mastermind behind all this.

* * *

After finishing dinner at the restaurant, Ilmok thought as he handed the rice ball he had prepared in advance to Baekcheon.

‘Ugh. No matter what, I keep seeing it, so it bothers me.’

In fact, there was no need to worry about it just because it was visible to the eyes.

The problem was that Baek-cheon was getting thinner day by day. His eyes had also turned into those of a rotten fish.

‘No matter what, isn’t it a bit much to feed them only one meal a day and leave them alone?’

It was Ichimoku himself who suggested the punishment of three rounds of rice cakes, but he never expected that they would act so ignorantly.

For a moment, Ilmok blankly stared at the rice ball that was offered to him. Baekcheon raised his head with difficulty and his gaze turned to Ilmok’s face.

And soon, life returned to the eyes that had seemed to have lost their soul.

The energy called anger.

“Because of you….”

Perhaps it was because he had no strength to scream after eating only one meal in the morning, walking all day, and bowing. Baekcheon muttered in a hoarse voice as if phlegm was boiling in his throat.

Ilmok laughed in vain at the evil Baekcheon showed.

“Why is it my fault that something like this happened because of your crazy personality?”

I felt a little sympathy for him because I felt that the punishment was excessive compared to what he had done. I had no intention of accepting the ill will he directed at me.

At Ilmok’s point, Baekcheon, who had been glaring at Ilmok, laughed self-deprecatingly.

“Yes. It’s all my fault. So, I’ll finish it myself. Instead of receiving such a humiliating punishment.”

“You want to finish it yourself? What do you mean?”

Ilmok frowned and asked with a skeptical tone.

“He’s telling me to leave him alone so he can die on his own.”

And when the answer that Ilmok had been expecting came out of Baekcheon’s mouth, Ilmok started cursing.

“Are you an idiot? I can’t understand why you became a retard again after I tried so hard to save you.”

Baekcheon’s expression became strange.

“You tried to save me? What do you mean?”

“You were originally meant to be eaten by wild beasts with your limbs cut off.”

“Surely… you’re saying that you spoke to the governor and changed the punishment?”

As Ilmok nodded, Baekcheon’s expression crumpled.

“Why didn’t you just let me die! I’m finished anyway. Since I got out of favor with the governor because of that mistake, I can’t go any higher, and my position in Sega will now hit rock bottom! What do I have left to live for?”

Listening to Baekcheon’s desperate cries, Ilmok thought.

‘Ha. What is this? It’s not even a kid.’

It looked somehow familiar.

What should I say?

It’s like watching a high school student who thinks college entrance exams are everything in life and commits suicide because of poor grades after failing one exam.

‘Ah, seventeen is a kid.’

Come to think of it, Baekcheon was only seventeen years old. In modern terms, he would be around the age of a high school sophomore or junior.

‘Damn. It just makes me look more pitiful.’

When I thought of the news that came out right after the college entrance exam, I couldn’t help but sigh. Every time I saw that news, I felt sorry for those kids.

‘They said people can’t be rewritten… But he’s still young, so there might be some chance.’

People don’t change easily.

It was also an old adage that I had felt countless times in my life. However, the most important part of that adage was not the phrase that it does not change.

The adjective ‘easy’ was important.

Often, one or two out of ten. Because there were people who really changed at a major turning point in their lives.

Since we have already had a major accident and reached a major turning point, isn’t there a slight possibility that it might happen?

After gathering his thoughts, Ichimoku sighed and said.

“First, let’s eat and talk.”

Pot!

As soon as he finished speaking, he moved his hand suddenly and touched Baekcheon’s acupoint.

“town!?”

Ilmok approached Baekcheon, who was unable to move due to the blood and blood clots, and grabbed Baekcheon’s mouth with one hand, opened it, and stuffed a rice ball into his mouth with the other hand.

In my own way, I tried to be as kind as possible.

That would be the case.

‘AC.’

Because in the process of shoving a rice ball into my mouth and forcibly lifting and lowering my chin with my hand to digest the rice ball, my hands were covered in a thousand drops of saliva.

Even the smell of sweat was stinging my nose as I supported Baekcheon’s body, which was drenched in sweat from doing the Sambo Ilbae all day long.

For Ichimoku, who suffers from obsessive hygiene, it was a favor bestowed even at the risk of becoming a magician.

“Ugh!?”

Of course, this wouldn’t be the case for Baekcheon, who was forced to eat rice balls in his mouth.