Episode 83: Like two shooting stars meet.
Two days later, the leader of the Pungcheon Church left the Heavenly Demon Church with all his subordinates.
I said goodbye to Cheonma, but I didn’t even say hello to Palmazon.
Regarding this incident, the demons whispered that they had returned angry because their sacred item had been stolen.
We were the only ones who knew exactly about his sudden return.
“The leader is a very impatient person, so he will clean up Pungcheongyo and return as soon as possible.”
He had already thoroughly discussed with Gowol who to appoint as the next leader of the Pungcheon Church and how to organize the internal affairs.
“Thank you very much for accepting my first offer this time.”
“I should be grateful to you. “Thanks to you, I got a great master named Pungcheon Church on my side.”
“Did you see how he gained a lot of weight from neglecting training and playing around? “When I come back, I’ll have to give you proper training.”
“You should do it. Who could say such a thing to a new foreigner?”
“Please leave it to me.”
I felt like I had accomplished something really big. He acquired an outstanding soldier named Gowol, and even an absolute expert named Pungcheon Gyoju. This time, the leader of the Pungcheon Church came to our school and was kicked and harassed here and there, but he is still the strongest person in the world. There are so many variables in a fight between experts that I can’t be sure, but I don’t think there is any Mazon who is confident that he can beat him.
“Hey, soldier.”
“Yes, Confucius.”
“I know that the military is a job that requires you to look into other people. Still, take care of yourself whenever you get the chance.”
Instead of saying “look into yourself,” I used the word “take care of yourself.” Even if I don’t necessarily give advice, Gowol, who is smart, will understand exactly what I say.
“Confucius is a very warm and kind person.”
“That’s something I hear often. “It’s also proof that I’m good at acting.”
Gowol didn’t believe me when I said it was acting.
“I will make up for the weaknesses in that kindness.”
“Take your time. “That’s okay.”
“yes.”
“I’m going to be gone for a while. I neglected my existing people because I was taking care of you. “I have to take care of it now.”
“Please come back.”
I headed straight to Cheonmajeon. Taking care is from top to bottom.
* * *
My father was at the training center.
My father used to test me with a surprise attack when I entered the training hall, but today he was looking down at the checkerboard in the middle of the training hall.
“Do you also play baduk?”
I knew that my father liked baduk, but I had never seen him play the game himself.
“He is one of the few people in this school who can beat me.”
“You mean Go?”
“of course.”
“If the situation is unfavorable, don’t you send a signal by slitting the throat with the blade of your hand? Every time, Uncle Hwi sneakily appears behind the other person’s back and sighs.”
“Sometimes. “I have to win the fight.”
I laughed at my father’s joke and went next to him. I know my father’s baduk skills very well. It’s not as great as you said, but it’s just okay. If you win a lot, you must have lost a lot. It is a downward leveling in front of Cheonma.
“This is a problem given by Sima Military, but I don’t know the answer.”
It was quite a difficult life and death problem.
I quietly looked at the problem and told my father.
“If I leave it here, won’t a hundred people live?”
At least I am a better player than my father when it comes to baduk. After confirming that that was the correct answer, my father showed a look of surprise.
“It’s pretty good.”
“Isn’t the person next to you who gives advice better?”
“Hunsu? “I was solving the problem on my own too?”
“Your father had a partner, right?”
“who?”
“Pride. “The competitive spirit to solve this problem is sitting there side by side.”
My father snorted and sat in front of the checkerboard.
“You sit next to him too. “Let’s have a game.”
“great. Instead, there is no need to cut your neck with a knife just because it is disadvantageous.”
I played baduk with my father.
After hunting, eating, and then playing baduk. I am truly able to do things that I could not even dream of before returning.
I didn’t say anything nonsense and just focused on Go. Empty. Empty. In the silence, the sound of the stones being placed was cheerful.
It’s no big deal. It’s a game of baduk between father and son. How could we not have done something like this at least once? Why was I so scared just by looking at my father’s face?
The good thing about baduk is that there is no need to speak until the end.
Still, a lot happens. I built my house and my father built his house. Sometimes he broke into his father’s house, and sometimes he became a monster and was chased away. Sometimes he made concessions, and sometimes he made bold moves.
Playing baduk with my father was extremely enjoyable, but I was able to demonstrate my skills properly. I knew very well that my father was the embodiment of competitive spirit, but I did not pay attention to him. On the day that you are caught even showing the slightest sign of neglect, you will end up with a result worse than an all-out win.
When the situation was over, my father smoothed his chin. It was my first time seeing him think so seriously. When the war broke out with the Murim Alliance, the way he looked at the battlefield did not seem to be this serious.
I suppressed the urge to make jokes like that. If you do that for no reason, your father may turn over the unfavorable checkerboard.
Maybe your father wouldn’t want to play a prank at this moment by slitting his throat with the blade of his hand?
Of course, that didn’t happen.
The game of baduk ended and I won by six houses.
“If you’re not a heavenly horse, you’re a really terrible fighting baduk player. “I barely won.”
“When did you learn to play baduk?”
“I learned from time to time. I heard that my father was learning baduk from military officer Sima. Oh, and revenge is always welcome.”
Seeing my triumphant appearance, my father stretched out his hand on the checkerboard.
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The baduk stones rose into the air, and the white stones and black stones quickly crossed each other. The stones entered the container with spectacular movements, as if performing a performance. It seemed as if he was alive and was finding his way home on his own.
“ah!”
I was truly impressed. This one move seemed to say this to me.
―Do you understand that the final state of empty space is like this?
This tactic alone was enough to kill my spirit, but it seems it wasn’t enough for my father.
“I can’t let you go without losing, so let’s have a round of bimu.”
“That’s too much. “I was going to confidently walk out of Cheonmajeon, enjoying the joy of victory for the first time in a long time.”
“If you have been negligent in your martial arts training, you will not be able to leave here on foot.”
It meant that he would be treated roughly. It seemed like he was taking out his anger on losing at a game of baduk, but that wasn’t the case.
I knew. He was angry about the Pungcheon religious leader. It was a reprimand for you for interacting with Pungcheongyo and accepting its military even though you knew that you stayed away from it and its leader.
“You said you were too big to burn, but you won’t die, right?”
“You should hope that the house you build is not a prison house.”
I have a friend who is eagerly waiting to dance with me. Of course, one dance with my father would be more helpful to me than ten fights with Ilhwa Geomzon.
When my father pulled out the Heavenly Demon Sword, the surrounding air became heavy and an intangible energy began to press on me. It wasn’t a sharp stabbing energy. It felt like a huge rock was pressing down on all sides.
I also drew out the black magic sword and naturally showed off my Heavenly Demon Defense skills.
As I endured the first pressure without changing my expression, my father’s energy became more intense.
I further improved my Heavenly Demon Defense skills. My Heavenly Demon Defense Technique, which had reached a considerable level after experiencing a trance the other day, held up well this time as well.
Then, this time, my father’s energy contained the will to live.
This was the first time I felt my father’s life in person. It was scary because it wasn’t scary.
It was clear that death had landed somewhere in my body, but it was as light as a butterfly, so I didn’t know where it was sitting. It was scary, so I was looking for where that life was, and suddenly I felt scared when I realized that I was being thrown into the sea of life. And yet, I had no idea what to do. This feeling of despair that never comes. My father’s life was a collection of all these negative emotions.
I felt and accepted my father’s way of life without being hostile to it. Even in the midst of extreme fear and despair, I tried not to lose myself. I tried to feel myself afraid without being consumed by it.
To endure without rebelling.
Sometimes just accepting something naturally and holding on to it can put a lot of pressure on the other person.
As expected, my father was surprised. That surprise was conveyed to me.
Your level has really reached this point?
The moment my father read that emotion in his eyes, he rushed towards me.
I also unleashed my Myungwangbo towards my father, who was rushing towards me with my Myungwangbo. Instead of avoiding it, he rushed straight at his father.
visor!
We crossed and passed, leaving behind nothing but cold metal.
We turned around at the same time at the opponent’s starting point.
In the aftermath of the clash, the dark magic sword in my hand was trembling. My father’s Heavenly Demon Sword also trembled. In the past, I wouldn’t have been able to see it, but as my eyesight improved through eye surgery, I could see all the slight tremors.
Will my father’s wrist hurt as much as mine right now?
“I thought you were going around playing politics, but it turned out to be quite good.”
“In the first place, love affairs and martial arts training are done out of sight, right? “I am training hard.”
I was really concentrating on my training by reducing my sleep.
In fact, even though I didn’t want to practice, my body wouldn’t allow it. He hoped that the noble yet pure inner power accumulated in the Danjeon would be released to the world, and Pungshinsabo always hoped to fight against powerful enemies. The Bicheon Sword Technique was on its way to a new level beyond Daeseong, and even his eyesight had improved with Shinanjutsu.
“Then let’s see if we can stop this too?”
The moment I finished speaking, my father disappeared from sight. At the same time, I also disappeared. Like my father, I also used umyeongbo. Today I decided to become a mimic.
Our swords, exposed in the corner of the training hall, clashed in the air.
The same posture as if twins had spread it out!
Joy flashed across my father’s face beyond the crossed swords. It was a fleeting feeling, but it was clearly the joy of meeting a strong enemy.
I understand the loneliness of the absolute, but still, father. This is my son. Not the enemy.
The moment the sword fell, the Heavenly Demon Sword and the Black Demon Sword filled the air.
A sympathies unfolded towards each other.
The pure white sword light created by the two swords split the air.
Two beams of light met and disappeared, like two shooting stars meeting in the night sky. It was only a moment, but I found the scene beautiful.
This time, the transformation ceremony was issued at the same time.
There were twelve changes in the air. It was in the Heavenly Demon Sword and it was also in the Black Demon Sword.
If this side was gorgeous, the other side was also gorgeous. If it was heavy, it was heavy, and if one side was fast, the other side was also fast. Change met change and disappeared.
Our offense was the same. We were exchanging the same attacks, just as if you draw in ink on one side of a piece of paper and then fold it in half, the same picture appears on the other side.
Thankfully, my father accepted my intention to imitate him and did not use any other anomalous attacks.
The next attack was the ceremonial Yeomcheon ceremony.
The powerful sword energy swept through the training hall. As the two sword energies collided, the training hall shook violently. It was so powerful that even if a little more effort had been put into it, the training hall would have collapsed.
“So far!”
My father stopped dancing. After that, it seemed like he decided that herbivorous diet was dangerous. It means that I have become stronger.
My father wondered if there was anything more to surprise me, but today’s surprise was something new.
“Your skills have improved a lot.”
My father expressed it as ‘a lot.’ Those words are a high compliment that your skills have improved tremendously.
“Then that’s it.”
Forgiveness is contained in this one word.
He was going to scold me today if I neglected my martial arts training due to various things that have happened recently related to Pungcheongyo, but he forgave me after seeing that my skills had greatly improved.
In the end, it was a reward, not a punishment. This kind of twin dance with my father was something I couldn’t do even if I paid a million nyang.
How much is it for your father? How much will it take for you to get one round properly? If you do this, even your children may die.
I felt a lot while using the same herbal diet. If a third party had seen it, it would have been the same, but I definitely felt the difference. Only when you feel the subtle differences can you become a true expert.
Today, I feel like I have a vague understanding of the direction in which the path of the twelve great saints of the Bicheon Sword Technique should take.
“Are you not hungry? My son will buy me some food today. “Let’s go out to Magachon and have a meal.”
Recently, I have never heard of my father going out to the village. It was an offer I thought I would naturally reject.
“let’s go.”
I was surprised by the unexpected permission.
“Are you really going?”
“Did you just say that?”
“It can’t be. Let’s go!”
My father changed into ordinary military uniform and wore a bamboo hat that covered his face. If it were to be held officially, Maga Village would be in an uproar.
So I left the headquarters with my father. It was my first visit to Magachon with my father.