Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 82



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 82

The first miracle of the magic way (1)

Lately, Ichimoku has been satisfied with every single day.

“Hoo hoo hoo. It’s peaceful.”

Bang Mi-hwa and Dokgo-pae were given special lessons by the Magician. Because of that, the two of them have been rarely visiting Il-mok recently.

“I will not miss this opportunity that my Confucius has given me! Please look forward to it. I will definitely become your worthy rival!”

I don’t know what their mindset was, but Dokgopae declared war with the intention of taking revenge later and then began to focus on training.

Also, in the case of the US embassy.

“Hehehe. Opportunities don’t come often, Confucius. Well, if you get down on your knees and ask for forgiveness, I’ll be lenient and let it slide once.”

After talking nonsense, he started pretending not to see me.

It was truly a blessing from Ichimoku’s perspective. He ignored it on his own.

In addition, Joo Seo-yeon had been focusing on training to become the second-ranking student since the last scolding.

Mak Ho-yeol, who was thought to be Dokgo-pae’s lost brother, also caught the eye of his adjutant, Yu-geuk, and was recently receiving special training.

Since there were almost no visitors, peace returned to Ichimoku’s daily life for the first time in a long while.

The only thing that bothered me the most was the instructor Chu Il-hwan who I had to meet during every class. And the story about Baek-cheon, about whom strange rumors had recently started to circulate.

While walking around the training grounds and doing the three-step prostration, he occasionally smiles sinisterly or bursts into laughter?

Rumors were spreading throughout the Magic Hall that he had gone mad while receiving punishment.

Last night. It was a strange sight, since he had started to act strangely since talking to Baekcheon.

‘Well, I guess going crazy is better than committing suicide. Yeah.’

After brainwashing myself to some extent, I decided to pretend not to know.

“Hwaaam.”

As Ilmok let out a sigh, Jeong Hyeon, who had been aiming his bow at a distance of about one jang, flinched and looked at Ilmok.

For a moment, he hesitated, not knowing what to do. Jeong-hyeon put down his bow and asked Ilmok cautiously.

“Excuse me, Confucius…? Are you, are you not practicing?”

“Rest is also a part of training. Hwaam.”

At the sight of Ichimoku answering with a tired face and then yawning again, Jeong-hyeon, who had been fidgeting like a puppy that needs to poop, spoke carefully.

“Oh, if it is inconvenient, I, I will leave your seat. Your Majesty.”

“??? What does that mean?”

If she had left the seat because she felt uncomfortable because of him, then that would be understandable. There was no reason for her to feel uncomfortable because of him.

Of course, I didn’t like crowded places and crowded spaces, but even now, Jeong-Hyeon was having conversations with me while maintaining a long distance from me.

Even though we had barely spoken until now, there was no one I could be more comfortable with.

“Ah. Did I make you uncomfortable? I’m sorry.”

“Oh, no, Your Majesty!”

At Ilmok’s apology, Jeong-hyeon shook his head and waved his hands as if he was having a seizure.

And after thinking about it for a while, Jeong-hyeon mustered up his courage and said.

“Actually, I saw it.”

“…What are you talking about?”

“He, he was training after the last martial arts meeting… He happened to come here and…”

“ah.”

Ilmok recalled what happened back then.

There was a time when he had a fight with Baekcheon and had an epiphany, and he had gone mad here to gain that epiphany.

“Ahem. I’m embarrassed.”

As Ilmok said that with an awkward expression, Jeong-hyeon had the same thought.

That day, Jeong-Hyeon saw it.

When Ichimoku truly practices swordsmanship, what does he look like?

The training process that feels like madness, something that only someone who is truly crazy about swords can show.

Even though he had come close to her, Ichimoku had not noticed his presence and continued to swing his sword without stopping. Of course, it was only ‘close’ by Jeong Hyeon’s standards.

Anyway, Jeong-Hyeon started feeling uneasy after that.

Why would someone who loves swords so much and is crazy about training not train in anything other than stealth when he’s with himself?

And Jeong-Hyeon reached a conclusion based on his own experience.

‘Confucius is surprisingly a shy person.’

Because it was embarrassing to practice swordsmanship in front of other people.

Jeong-hyeon, who did not want to cause trouble to Ilmok, gathered his courage and spoke again.

“If I am disturbing you, I will leave your seat, Master. Please, practice in peace.”

At first glance, I thought, what the hell is this crap?

‘It’s been a while since I’ve had peace, but this is training.’

Even without that, my obsession had only gotten stronger with the realization that came this time.

If I didn’t rest and calm my mind and body even a little, I didn’t know when the bomb would explode.

In particular, after the special training of the Crown Prince and Vice-Chief, if the likes of Dokgo-pae, Makho-yeol, and Bang Mi-hwa kept coming to them, they might end up dancing with swords again.

‘At least until then, you have to calm your mind.’

Absolutely not, I wasn’t resting just because I wanted to rest. It was a rest with a reason.

However, it is not possible to answer that it is because the mental illness has worsened.

“You don’t have to hold a sword and swing it yourself to be considered training. In fact, I was meditating, so don’t worry about it.”

Ilmok made up an excuse that wasn’t even good enough.

“So, meditation?”

I’m sure I saw you yawn a little while ago.

Even yesterday, I remembered seeing Jeong-Hyeon snoring while sitting down.

At Jeong-hyeon’s indifferent attitude, Ilmok shrugged his shoulders and said.

“Try Jeong Gwan-do too. It seems like you’re still uncomfortable with someone approaching you directly, but close your eyes and imagine it in your head. Once you get used to it in your imagination, you’ll be able to endure it in reality.”

“ah!”

Jeong-Hyeon nodded with an expression of admiration.

Jeong-Hyeon wanted to overcome this side effect of being afraid of people approaching him.

“Phew.”

Jeong-Hyeon took a deep breath, closed his eyes while standing, and went deep into his thoughts.

In her fantasy world, she was holding a bow and aiming at something in the middle of the mountains where there were no people.

Pot.

Her imagination took shape, and suddenly a person appeared in the distance.

It was a glance.

‘Ah, even if it’s just imagination, wouldn’t it be better to think of someone who is at least a little more comfortable?’

And in her imaginary world, she released the bow aimed at Ilmoku.

visor!

A glance at the world of imagination simply knocked away her arrow.

Although it was a scene created in the imagination, it was a mysterious swordsmanship that suited it because it had been observed over time.

One step closer, she simply struck down his arrow.

In the meantime, Jeong-Hyeon pulls his bow taut again and releases the string.

visor!

Ilmok, who had sent another arrow, approached Ilmok, and she shot an arrow at him again several times.

Before she knew it, Ilmok had approached the boundary of her heart, a distance of one meter.

visor!

The moment when Jeong-Hyeon’s arrow bounced off again and Ilmok finally crossed the line.

‘Eek.’

Jeong-Hyeon, who was trying to start a fight without knowing it, quickly gathered his strength.

‘This is imagination. In imagination, anything is possible!’

I repeat to myself, put the arrow back on my bow, pull back the bowstring, and stare straight into the face of the one who has come closer.

‘Yes. Since it’s in your imagination, you can do anything… right? Then, how about becoming closer to Confucius?’

The moment that thought occurred to me.

Damn it.

Damn it.

The image in her imaginary world, which had been slowly and steadily moving forward one step at a time, began to boldly approach her.

‘Eek… .’

She froze at the sight of Ichimoku suddenly approaching her, and before she knew it, Ichimoku had come close enough that their breaths could touch.

‘Isn’t this too fast, Your Majesty!?’

For a while, I twisted my body and blushed, not knowing what to do.

She opened her eyes with a start, realizing belatedly that this was an imaginary world.

“… … .”

Her face, which had emerged from the imaginary world, was as red as the imaginary world. Not only that, but her whole body was twisting in a bizarre way, just like in the imaginary world.

Suddenly, she felt afraid and turned her head away.

I wonder if he saw his own disgrace at first glance.

“Keueugh. Phew. Keueugh. Phew.”

And the sight before her eyes was that of Ichimoku, sitting cross-legged and snoring, dozing off.

* * *

While Ilmok was in the midst of his dreamland journey and Jeong-hyeon was letting his strange imagination run wild.

On one side of the Magic Hall, under the leadership of Yan Gahui, Bang Mihwa and Dokgopae were engrossed in training.

Take a moment to watch the man and woman exchange blows with fans and swords.

Yeom Ga-hui, who had been watching the scene while stroking his beard with his fist like a pot lid, opened his mouth.

“You seem to have changed so much over the past ten days.”

“It is all thanks to the teachings of the Lord.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty.”

As the two took the lottery tickets and expressed their gratitude to the governor, Yan Jiahui nodded and smiled faintly.

“You could say it’s all thanks to Ichimoku Kwando who gave you the opportunity.”

“Yes, your majesty.”

“I am still grateful to Ichimoku Kwando.”

In response to the two, Yeom Ga-hui asked with a solemn face, hiding his true feelings.

“Since we’re on the subject, what do you think of the Ichimoku Gwando from your perspective as a motive?”

Since the last interview, Yeom Ga-hwi has been interested in Ilmok.

To Yeom Ga-hui’s question, Dokgo-pae answered first.

“I think I understand why the Heavenly Demon Master took Ilmok Guando as his disciple. I believe that it is a Guando that is worthy of the reputation of being the best in the Demonic Realm. However, that does not mean that I am going to give up! Since the Master himself taught me, I will definitely catch up with Ilmok Guando.”

It was Dokgo-pae who spoke confidently, with the fire of competitive spirit burning in his eyes.

“Ugh.”

And Yeom Ga-hui looked at Dokgo-pae with a strange exclamation.

‘There’s no need to say that it will be difficult to catch up.’

Even if you only look at the skills that the youngest Confucius showed at the last martial arts competition, it was difficult to reach that level for someone his age.

Even.

‘Considering that it’s only been a year since I entered the church, the gap will only get wider and it will be difficult to catch up.’

However, there was no reason to bring up such a story. And you never know what will happen in life. That child could really catch up with the youngest Confucius.

“Aside from your martial arts skills, what was it like to watch over your peers?”

Yeom Ga-hui changed the subject and asked what he had originally wanted to ask.

I already knew about his martial arts skills from the last martial arts competition, so what I was really curious about was this.

And to Yeom Ga-hwi’s question, Dokgo-pae kept his mouth shut.

Dokgo-pae was only interested in Ichimoku’s martial arts skills and considered him a worthy rival, so he had no interest in anything else.

Instead of Dokgo-pae, Bang Mi-hwa opened her mouth.

“The Ichimoku Gwando is a Gwando that is more shameful than it looks.”

“… Are you embarrassed?”

Yeom Ga-hwi was confused.

Because it was an expression that did not match the confident logic he had displayed in front of the Magic Hall owner.

In response to Yeom Ga-hui’s question, Bang Mi-hwa answered with her characteristically confident and haughty expression.

“Hehehe. He has a hard time looking straight into the face of the woman he loves. And he is embarrassed by the attention of others, so he always tries to find a place where there are no people, except during class time.”

She was considerate of his shyness, so she omitted the mention of her being the woman he loved.

If even the Magi King found out about it, Ichimoku would be even more embarrassed.

But since she was someone who cherished Ilmok, she added something.

“But I still think he’s a man who can do it when he has to. Didn’t he show his skills in the Non-Mu-Hwe in front of others?”

“Ugh… .”

Yeom Ga-hui let out a faint sigh with his characteristically serious expression on his face, his inner feelings unreadable.

‘You’re so shy… You really don’t have the personality to be given such a high position.’

However, I had no intention of concluding my judgment on Ichimoku solely based on Bang Mi-hwa’s story.

In the first place, there were only two aspects of Ilmok that Yeom Ga-hui saw directly.

Because of his activities at the martial arts club and his ability to boldly reject his own teachings and present his logic.

Yeom Ga-hui, who recalled the feeling that it was contradictory in many ways, called Chu Il-hwan to the Gwanjujeon after finishing his education on Bang Mi-hwa and Dokgo-pae.

“Tell the instructors to write down their evaluations of the new cadets they have observed.”

“I will obey your orders.”

Chu Il-hwan didn’t express any particular doubts. It was also the order of the governor, and he had often given such instructions in the first place.

And the next day.

Dozens of letters containing the instructors’ evaluations of twenty officers were piled on Yan Jiahui’s table.

Among them, Yeom Ga-hui was the first to start reading the evaluations of Ilmok.

However, after reading all the instructors’ evaluations, Yeom Ga-hui’s mind became even more confused.

It was because Instructors Chu Il-hwan and Eun-ryeo gave the same evaluation to Ilmok.

– He has outstanding talent, but he is a womanizer.

I’m embarrassed, but I’m revealing my sexuality.

The more he heard other people’s evaluations of Ilmok, the more dizzy Yeom Ga-hwi became.