Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 92



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 92

Master (1)

“student?”

When Ichimoku, who realized that he was still alive even after being stabbed in the neck, glanced up, he saw that the old man’s sword was stopped right in front of his head.

With the sword wrapped around it.

Hiccup.

I hiccuped without realizing it, but I tried to pull myself together and shouted.

“Yes, Master! Do you really not recognize me?”

“… … .”

The old man frowned and looked at me for a moment as if he was evaluating me.

The old man asked with eyes filled with longing.

“No way… is it Yeongjin?”

Ilmok, who felt that this was the moment, suddenly shouted.

“Yes, Master! I am Yeongjin, your disciple!”

“Wow. That little kid has grown up so much already.”

The old man, who had been looking down at the scene with a face that seemed to be filled with new emotions, tilted his head.

“Disciple. But why are you taking off your clothes?”

I wanted to ask her why she was taking off her pants, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it.

‘If you bring that up, there’s no telling where the conversation will go.’

In the worst case scenario, that sword could fly back into his own balls.

Instead, Ichimoku answered somewhat honestly. It was an answer that the old man, who had learned martial arts like him, would have completely sympathized with.

“The dust and sweat on my clothes made me feel so uncomfortable that I couldn’t bear to wear them, Master.”

“Haha. Your realm has already risen to that level. I’m truly proud of you.”

Judging by the way he was so proud of his obsession with hygiene, it seemed like the old man was suffering from the same obsession.

“Hmm. But I can’t just stay naked like that, so let’s go back together.”

Ichimoku involuntarily flinched at the old man’s kindness.

“Together… you mean?”

“That’s right. Didn’t you also come here to see this master?”

“Yes, that’s right, Master.”

In the end, Ilmok started to follow the old man, feeling like a cow being dragged to the slaughterhouse.

‘But do you know the way back home?’

Ilmok followed the old man for a while, pondering such questions.

The old man who was walking ahead hesitated.

‘Damn it. You still don’t know?’

But Ichimoku’s thinking was a misjudgment.

The old man suddenly turned his back and asked Ilmok with a murderous look on his face.

“Who are you, that you approached me from behind without making a sound?”

“!?”

It was a momentary moment of confusion, but I was able to pull myself together quickly because I had experience dealing with elderly people with dementia.

“Master! Have you already forgotten? I am Youngjin, your disciple!”

For a moment, the old man looked at Ichimoku’s confident answer with a look of suspicion.

“Huh. You seem younger than the last time I saw you. Did you successfully transform yourself?”

“… … .”

You said earlier that you’ve grown this much already?

But it was a loss if I got serious. When dealing with someone with dementia, extreme patience is required.

“Wow, a complete transformation? You’re not on the same level as your disciple. It’s just that your skin looks like that because of the elixir you took by chance. Hahaha.”

“Hoo. It’s an elixir. It seems like it was a coincidence.”

“That’s right, Master.”

The old man nodded in agreement with Ichimoku’s answer and said.

“That’s why you took off your clothes. The air must have gotten on them and made them dirty.”

“Yes, yes, Master. It was already difficult because my obsessive-compulsive disorder got worse after taking the elixir.”

“Hahaha. So that’s why you came back to see this teacher.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Then let’s go home quickly.”

The old man smiled brightly as if he was happy to see his disciple who had not visited him in a long time, and walked ahead again.

And then, the old man, who had been walking for a while, tilted his head and asked Ilmok again with a murderous look on his face.

“Who are you?”

“… … .”

Ichimoku closed his eyes tightly.

* * *

Repeating the same but different conversation with the old man several times.

Ilmok was finally able to arrive at the old man’s house.

The path was guided by an old man who kept refreshing his memories. Naturally, I wondered if this house was really that old man’s house, but that doubt quickly subsided.

That would be the case.

“They say that young people are strong, but walking around naked is bad for your health, so wear this.”

The old man, as if he was familiar with the house, took out his uniform and underwear and handed them to Ilmok.

Even the uniform and underwear were in very neat condition, and the entire house was neatly arranged in a neat and angular manner.

It was so obvious that it was the home of someone suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Ichimoku, who had been walking naked for quite some time, was lost in thought as he put on the underwear and martial arts uniform the old man had given him.

It was understandable to wonder how an old man with such a jumbled memory could possibly remember the way back home, but Ichimoku was thinking about more important matters.

‘That’s terrible. If I get older and my level of Talhonmujeonggeom increases, I could end up like that, right?’

To Ichimoku, the old man was like a mirror reflecting the future.

‘You should not attain enlightenment any further than this.’

Ilmok made a promise.

If I manage to get out of this hell alive, I’ll work even harder and have fun from then on.

As I was putting on all my clothes with a determined expression, the old man who was watching said with a pleased expression.

“Hehehe. You are truly a nobleman, Yeongjin. Oh? Was it Taesu?”

“This is Youngjin, Master.”

“Hehehe. Yes, Yeongjin. I’m glad you came all the way here to find me, Master. Hehehe.”

“Ahem. Since you said that the teacher is another parent, isn’t that natural?”

“Hahaha. It is truly wonderful. But what can I do when this incompetent teacher has nothing to give to his disciple?”

“Master, it is absurd to say that you have nothing to give me.”

Ilmok waved his hand to refuse, but the old man did not listen.

“No. How could I just send away my disciple whom I haven’t seen in a long time? It’s better. Since I’ve come to see you after such a long time, I’ll have this master check your sword.”

Ichimoku almost made a shit-eating expression without realizing it, but he managed to control his expression and asked back.

“…Are you talking about a sword?”

“That’s right. Let’s go out.”

As he watched the back of the old man who was quickly leaving the door, Ilmok came up with a plan.

“What are you doing instead of coming out?”

“Master, we were not leaving, but coming in. Didn’t you say we should have a light cup of tea inside?”

It was a very natural sequence of lies.

“Are you trying to insult your teacher now? No matter how old this teacher is, do you not even remember what happened a second ago?”

It didn’t work on the old man.

Ichimoku swallowed his curses inwardly at the stern gaze that glared at him.

‘Why am I still fine at times like this!?’

In the end, Ilmok couldn’t stand the old man’s momentum and went out the door.

“Unleash the Talhonmujeonggeom as far as you can. After I check your level, I will give you teachings.”

At the old man’s direction, Ichimoku began to dance appropriately.

To avoid enlightenment, I deliberately swung my sword roughly for a very short time.

“Hey you!! How dare you try to fool this master!”

Once again the old man’s scolding came down.

Ichimoku, who had the thought that he might really be killed by that old man if he continued like this, only then did he do his best to show off his Talhonmujeonggeom.

And the old man who had been observing the sword dance closely nodded and said, “Yes, indeed.”

“You’ve already reached that level, it’s really great. However, you haven’t shown any of the first techniques. Perhaps, this master hasn’t taught you yet?”

I found myself flinching without realizing it.

‘Damn. I absolutely cannot eat grass…’

One thing that I had tried my best to avoid, fearing that the side effects would become more severe, was practicing the herbicide.

“My disciple’s level is still insufficient, so I cannot unfold the first step.”

“Hehehe. Isn’t this training anyway? You have to fix your shortcomings in training, and then you can further sharpen your sword and use it in real combat.”

At the first glance, the old man stroked his beard with a teacherly expression, then drew his sword and began to dance.

It was very similar to the sword dance that Cheonma had performed while teaching Ilmok the first technique right before entering the Magic Hall.

‘… Even though you are suffering from dementia, you still remember the Talhonmujeonggeom.’

It was a sight that made me wonder if it was because he had been dedicated to magic all his life.

And the old man, who had explained the essence and true meaning of the herbivore along with the sword dance, stopped moving and looked at Ilmok.

“Now, I want you to unfold it and take a look.”

As his vision grew dark, Ichimoku prayed inwardly and straightened his sword.

‘Yeah, after a while, your memories will start to drift.’

It was a scene where the sword dance began while turning the positive circuit.

“Oh, you have to tilt the sword a little more diagonally there.”

“Isn’t the operation of your internal energy unable to keep up with the speed of your sword?”

Rather than having memories that were faltering, the old man taught me the first steps of the Talhonmujeonggeom very thoroughly, as if my memories were coming back to me as I taught him.

It was truly a match made in heaven.

‘What the heck!! Why on earth!?’

Even though Ilmok didn’t want it.

* * *

While Ilmok was enjoying the chance encounter with his new teacher.

A place some distance away from Mangaryeong.

There, the officers, instructors, and assistant instructors of the Magic Academy were gathered together.

That was the destination of the third test held this time.

And now that the exam period was almost over, there was a strange atmosphere there.

“Why is the youngest prince still…?”

This was because Ichimoku, who everyone expected to be first place, had not yet shown up, let alone won first place.

Even Bang Mi-hwa and Ha-young, who had tied for first and second place in this exam due to Ichimoku’s absence, were initially delighted at the fact that they had beaten Ichimoku, but now they were showing signs of anxiety.

Naturally, a chaotic atmosphere began to form among the officials, and Chu Il-hwan, the officer in charge of leading them, made a decision.

“Instructor Eunryeo. Lead the officers and return to the Magic Hall. The rest of you will search the testing area and find the Ilmok Hall.”

It would have been faster to mobilize all the officials and search the mountain, but there was a risk that another official would get lost in the process.

Immediately after that, Instructor Eun-ryeo led the nineteen disciples and left for the Magic Hall.

Instructors and teaching assistants, including Chu Il-hwan, began to search the three mountains that were the testing sites as if they were hunting them down.

“One glance at the map!”

“The test is over, so come out!”

“One look at the map!! Come to your senses!!”

They searched for Ilmok while screaming loudly, in case he was seriously injured and lying down somewhere. There was a slight chance that Ilmok, who had fainted, would wake up upon hearing that sound.

But no matter how much he shouted for Ilmok, Ilmok never answered, and he didn’t even send a signal with a whistle or stick.

Even though the test was conducted in such a large space, and there were only seven instructors and assistants, it would take a long time to search the entire mountain.

It was not easy to trace the traces of the Ilmok. This was because of the traces left by other officials, assistants, and instructors during the test. Finding the traces themselves was easy for them, but it was not easy to distinguish whose traces they were.

Eventually, the sky began to turn crimson without any sign of a match, and Chu Il-hwan, the instructor in charge of the new recruits, had to make a decision.

He lit a stick and sent a signal, calling in the instructors and assistant instructors who were spread out all over the mountain.

“It’s been quite some time already, so it’s past the time for us to resolve this on our own.”

After saying this to the instructors and teaching assistants who had gathered in one place, Chu Il-hwan led them back to the magic hall.

Chu Il-hwan, who returned to the Magic Hall, went to Gwanjujeon without delay and reported that Ilmok had gone missing.

And when the sun had completely set and darkness had fallen in the sky.

“…What did you just say?”

The news that Ilmok had gone missing reached Cheonma’s ears.