episode_0159

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[Typology of bets]

It was a different type from the flames she shot or the ice crystals that Blue Yeon created.

The fire created by her bet retains its properties as it is a flame.

However, the typification of the bet that my teacher Jin Yeom showed was similar to creating something separate, rather than creating a spark.

‘Well, you can do this too.’

Her teacher spoke, swinging a whip made of flame.

The whip, which glowed with a vivid scarlet light, could be swung to strike, or it could be used to grab something.

“You don’t ask for the impossible.”

The teacher’s educational policy has always been the same.

Clearly, this is an area that can be reached by applying what we have learned so far.

However, it has been very difficult to move into that area these days.

Just like when she first learned how to speak, while trying various things, she suddenly remembered Inho.

Yeomjin had already entered the room the village chief had given him, and Inho had left again to help with the remaining work in the village.

The barn was broken or something.

Thinking about the village women who cautiously approached Inho and spoke with shy faces, Soyou felt sick to his stomach.

“There are some cows in the slash-and-burn village.”

Even though it was an obvious lie, she was filled with jealousy when she saw her student obediently go to help her.

In this way, Inho sometimes showed a dark side to the world.

“It would be a lie to say that he is a farmer.”

The image of In-ho clumsily holding and swinging a farming tool came to mind.

If it had been a while since he became a disciple, he would have immediately tied him up and pressed him to return from his hometown, but the current owner had no intention of doing so.

[There must be something going on.] I just understood him.

Last time, when I was drinking while looking at the moon from the roof of the pavilion, I had a rough guess.

In-ho’s origins are unique.

“Maybe it’s related to the imperial family?”

So it doesn’t make sense to not know how to write.

“Hmm… I don’t know.”

My head feels dizzy and I feel frustrated.

These days, whenever I think of Inho, I feel this way.

Is it just the head?

When I look at Inho’s face, my heart starts pounding.

When I decide to even start talking, my mouth goes dry.

Whenever I see him with another woman, I get angry.

If I stay silent and don’t say anything, I get anxious because I feel like I’ve done something wrong.

“…….”

What is this feeling? Soyou was too precocious and smart to ask such a stupid question.

“You’re crazy. It’s crazy.”

I mumble while hugging my knees.

I have never heard of a teacher who loves his students.

“Haha… I guess this is my first time.”

Yan Lun Gong lost to Bing Lun Gong for the first time.

The teacher who first loved his student.

It seems like they keep monopolizing titles that aren’t very good for unmanned academia, so I’m bitter.

“Ha…. What should I do.”

The day I was kicked at the door. Soyou came to rely on Inho with a large part of his heart.

On days when I wanted to cry, I cried on his shoulder, and on days when I was angry about the lack of progress in my martial arts training, I talked to him to relieve my feelings.

Sometimes, on days when my heart felt stuffy, I felt better when I placed my face in his arms.

Yeah, this is definitely it.

It is affection, affection, and love.

When I’m with In-ho, I keep thinking that I want to spend time with him rather than martial arts.

Rather than wasting time doing things like training, I want to walk through the market holding each other’s hands and buy food to share.

– mate! match!

Wake up your mind by hitting your cheek vigorously with both hands.

“Let’s focus on training.”

As if commanding herself, she forced herself to stand up.

As I took a deep breath, the dreary night air of the mountains filled my lungs.

She recalled the conversation she had with Inho a little while ago.

‘What if we change the order?’

‘order?’

‘Well… it’s not about uttering the words first and then taking the form. ‘You create a shape with bets and load firearms into it.’

‘How do you create a shape with a bet? First of all, speech has to be basic.’

‘There’s nothing to lose by trying it once. I also happened to hear it by ear.’

He said, rolling his eyes here and there.

Soyou knew he was lying, but he didn’t bother to point it out.

‘Yes, was there anything else different from what you heard?’

‘I think it would be similar to letting the bet circulate quickly in the body. In a way, it is a concept that gives speed to betting.’

‘Hmm…’

With a new perspective on inner strength, she also began to take In-ho’s words a little more seriously.

‘Of course, bets don’t have egos… but if we can freely control the flow in the body, wouldn’t it be possible to give them shapes or properties?’

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Soyou, remembering the conversation, closed his eyes.

Close your eyes and look inside.

Although you can’t actually see it, you can feel the bet spinning around your body.

Try the flow of betting quickly or slowly.

I had an intuition that I could use it a little bit like a limb.

Slowly, gather your bets in your palms and control the flow.

Some sections are fast and some sections are slow.

Adjust the speed and push the bet toward the skin.

Push and shape.

The sensation of tiny threads sticking out into the palm of your hand.

Put an utterance there.

– Hwareuk

What looks like hair made of flame dances on the palm of your hand.

“Huh?”

When I open my eyes to a sensation I have never felt before, it burns and disappears.

Soyou blinked as he disappeared without leaving a trace.

“You got the feeling.”

A haunting voice coming from behind.

He was her teacher.

“Master? Weren’t you sleeping?”

“If you are training like this, how can you sleep as a teacher?”

Yeom Jin, still holding his fan out and covering his mouth, tapped Soyou on the shoulder.

“Anyway, I think I’ve realized the principle. If you keep practicing, you will soon see results.”

“Uh… did I succeed?”

“I have to say that I have found the milestone towards success. It’s not that I said it perfectly. Anyway, it’s amazing. It must not have been easy to break the stereotypes about betting.”

“…I got a clue while talking to Inho.”

She said, thinking of Inho.

“Really? Inho is a blessing in many ways.”

Yeomjin’s eyes widened, and Soyou looked away with a embarrassed expression.

“Soyou. Do you like Inho?”

“Four? Oh no!”

“Hahaha, no need to hide it. My eyes are on Inho all day, so there’s no way I wouldn’t know. I don’t think it’s a problem if you two are in love.”

Yeom Jin smiled kindly.

“Ah… that…”

Soyou lowered his head without saying anything with a bright red face.

“Yes. I like it.”

And Soyou, who had been silent for a while, slowly raised her head and spoke.

“I see.”

Grumbling, her teacher folded the fan.

“I think it’s time.”

Yeomjin smiled brightly as he looked at Soyou.