episode_0189

“Are you saying that you are going to compete as a sect and not as a martial arts school?”

“Yeah.”

“What is that…”

“Damn, I was thinking I’d finally get good grades.”

“Aren’t the great disciples also coming out?”

Everyone looked surprised.

In addition, the atmosphere became a little pessimistic.

The reaction was that you can never win.

I didn’t quite understand it.

“Is it that big of a difference that the sect is participating?”

When I asked Jeong-seon, who was next to me, Jeong-seon looked at me as if he felt sorry for me.

That gaze seemed to genuinely look at me with pity, and it broke my heart.

I thought it would be better to be called an idiot.

“No, isn’t it similar anyway?”

“They’re completely different. The real review index of each sect will come out.”

“Real review index?”

What is that story?

Does sending it to Muhak-gwan mean that it’s a fake review index?

When I questioned the name, Jeongseon slowly began to explain it.

“Students attending Cheonmu Academy do not actually attend the Academy to learn martial arts.”

“…Yeah, that’s right.”

I remember hearing about this a long time ago.

The students who attended Cheonmuhakkan actually had no need to learn martial arts at the school.

Since most of them were from old families or famous families, they had learned martial arts that were much better than what could be learned at the martial arts academy.

The reason they entered Cheonmu Academy was because they needed practical experience including martial arts, or because they wanted to gain enlightenment by seeing famous masters who were instructors at Cheonmu Academy.

Or perhaps the main purpose was to build relationships with those who would become key figures in the future political party.

“To be honest, wouldn’t the Muhakkan be of much help to their training?”

If they were truly dedicated to martial arts, it would have been more helpful for them to train in their own school.

Knowing that, it is said that the sect did not send their best martial artists to the martial arts hall.

Among the later disciples, only those who showed the second or third highest level of talent were sent to the Muhak Hall.

Nevertheless, it was a wise choice, as he achieved top results in every non-competition.

But this time, something unexpected happened, and the sects thought.

If Cheonmuhak-gwan loses to Inmuhak-gwan even in a non-competitive match, not a friendly match.

At that time, they thought that their reputation would be tarnished along with that of the Cheonmu Academy.

In fact, even without that, rumors had already spread due to the influence of the wealthy people just through the friendly match.

It is said that his reputation has already been tarnished little by little.

“So you’re going to join the sect and restore your honor?”

He said that he was confident that there were real scholars within the sect that he had raised without even sending them to the Muhakgwan.

I finally understood.

“So please take note, and Seonghan, Jeongseon, and Seolyeong, follow me.”

Jeongseon and I exchanged glances and slowly followed behind Instructor Cheolwoong.

And Seol-yeong was also following those steps.

Short white hair and a cold expression.

Her snow-white skin and elegant gait caught my eye.

“…”

Seol-yeong walked so close that her cold skin brushed against mine every time she walked, and the coolness felt pleasant.

Feeling a sense of longing in this distance, I thought of Seol-yeong’s appearance.

And then it slowly came to mind.

There were many things that happened with Seol-yeong.

I treated Seol-yeong’s nine-syllable vein with the extreme internal energy I possessed.

Originally, her hands were colder than this, and her skin was so white that it was almost pale.

Even after the treatment, her hands were still cold because of her original martial art, Ice Gong.

It felt good now.

I was so tempted to get her a separate one in the summer.

Like a hugging pillow or a bamboo mat.

“I think this will do.”

Instructor Cheol-ung must have judged that we were a little farther away from the training grounds, so he turned around and looked at the three of us.

“With the participation of Munpa, only three people will be participating in this non-competition.”

As he said that, Instructor Cheol-ung pointed his finger at me, Jeong-seon, and Seol-yeong in that order.

“And, you three are participating in this non-competition.”

“Yes? Me too?”

Jeongseon pointed at himself with his finger.

The embarrassment was clearly evident on his face.

Seol Young-do also looked a little embarrassed.

I also felt uneasy in one corner of my heart.

I’m sure there was someone there.

If there was a match like this, who would have been chosen first…

Then Jeongseon spoke out loud.

“What about the wind and clouds? He’s there.”

“Ah.”

It only came to mind after Jeongseon said the name.

Of course, the man who must always appear in the world of my quest, the one who is being robbed.

The protagonist of this martial arts novel, Poongwoon, who was in charge of all the opportunities, was in this Inmuhak Hall.

Clearly, at that time, he was one level higher skilled than me.

How about now?

“Pungun returns to his original shaman faction and participates in the war.”

Jeongseon, Seolyeong, and I looked at each other.

Now that I think about it, I don’t have any particular background, and if I remember correctly, Jeongseon was from Giru.

He was far from skilled in martial arts.

And Seol-yeong was from a very distant place called Bukhae Ice Palace, which used ice.

I understand why the three of us were called.

When we made convinced expressions, Instructor Cheol-ung nodded and spoke as if informing us.

“Train hard for the next month.”

Then, Instructor Cheol-ung glanced at me.

Then, as if something was strange, he made a blank expression and turned around and walked away.

“Huh, what… Are you telling me to train on my own?”

Jeongseon looked at Cheolwoong walking away and said with a puzzled look.

I also felt a little empty.

But, there really isn’t much more I can tell you.

Seolyeong who uses ice power, or me who uses the internal energy of the extreme sun.

And, how can I reveal Jeongseon’s innate physical abilities in a short period of one month?

There wasn’t much I could do other than just telling myself to work hard.

“There’s nothing we can do. Let’s just suffer for a month.”

“Oh my, our fate…”

I said that and tried to appease Jeong-seon, who was a little grumpy.

So the three of us parted ways, each thinking about what to do for the next month.

“I want to learn swordsmanship properly for a month.”

Somehow, it seemed like we might see a spy from the Demonic Cult at that competition.

It would have been more strange if the spy of the Demonic Cult had not come to the non-competitive tournament where the review indices of all sects were revealed and the best review indices were chosen.

As I thought about it that far, a hypothesis suddenly came to mind.

I think maybe the sects are after that too.

This may be an over-thinking thing, but…

“Hoo…”

I’ve been free for a month, but where on earth can I go to learn swordsmanship?

At times like this, I became envious of the main character who remembered all the coincidences.

Of course, I had my own way of finding coincidence.

This action was possible because this was the world of a martial arts novel.

“…Let’s move quickly.”

A month was an extremely short time to learn martial arts.

I left the Muhak Hall with light steps and headed to the place where most people passed by.

He looked at people passing by as if he was evaluating their appearance.

He ignored those with ordinary faces, and he also ignored those with ordinary internal energy.

If you have a covered face, a beautiful appearance, or extraordinary internal energy, you were all given +1 point.

It would be even better if there was a sword on the waist or if it looked like there was some kind of story.

Then, one woman caught my eye.

Although he was hiding it, his inner energy was flowing out, and he was looking at the floor as if he had a complicated story.

And above all, it was pretty.

He had an appearance that made everyone passing by look like an extra.

I approached the woman without hesitation.

What I realized when I got closer was that he wasn’t looking at the floor, he was just gasping for breath because he was tired.

There were beads of sweat on his hair and chin.

I wonder if there is a story.

He had a slightly sad look in his eyes.

“Over there…”

“…Yeah.”

And, strangely enough, he was calm.

I suddenly appeared before his eyes, but there was no reaction.

‘Sup, did you choose wrong?’

Somehow that short answer felt eerie.

Something occurred to me and I tried to turn around and pass by.

Hot.

The woman grabbed my sleeve.

I tried to lightly shake it off with force.

I felt resistance.

‘her…’

It was the first time that anyone had resisted in a way that matched my strength.

But still, I thought I was a bit stronger.

Knock knock knock.

It was the clothes that screamed in power struggle between me and women.

If I tried to move like that, it felt like my clothes would tear first.

“Help me.”

Hearing the immature speech that was different from his brute strength, I thought.

I got the wrong number.

I forced an awkward smile and asked with as friendly a smile as I could.

“What’s going on? Oh, but I’m a little busy…”

“I need a disciple.”

“…Is that so?”

Sword at the waist.

The internal energy and strength can be felt just by looking at them.

Even her appearance is beautiful.

And the timing is right.

It was so perfect, but that made it hard for me to readily accept the offer.

But I was mistaken.

That I have a choice.

“Disciple.”

Her hand slowly moved towards the sword at her waist.

It seemed like it would be the strongest opponent so far.

“…I will. Disciple.”

So, I decided to accept it for now.