Chapter 8

Episode 8: When the blade sparkles in the moonlight.

The rumor that a disciple of Hyeolcheondoma had died by my hands began to spread rapidly within the school.

Ian’s worries grew as the ripple effect grew.

“It’s not a fuss. Everyone I meet only talks about you and Yangpo.”

She sighed and added another word.

“...and my story too.”

Since she was the cause of the fight, naturally there would be a lot of talk about this and that.

“It’s nice to be famous. “We, the martial arts people, do all kinds of crazy things to become famous, right?”

“I don’t like it.”

“What if I become more famous in the future?”

Ian sighed lightly, but his expression did not darken. This may be because at the center of this chaos was a positive element called change.

“I’m worried because he’s a Hyeolcheondoma who values honor. “Please just let it go.”

“Who is it? “Hyeolcheondoma values honor?”

“yes? is not it?”

“A person who values honor neglects and tolerates the trashy behavior of his students?”

“Maybe you don’t know?”

“That is to underestimate the delicacy of our Blood Heavenly Demon Lord.”

“Like before. “Keep talking as if you know Hyeolcheondoman well.”

“I know enough to know not only about Blood Heavenly Demon but also other mazons. “His name is Heavenly Demon’s son, so we should investigate that.”

Ian looked at me with wide eyes. You’ll think he knows everything about me, so you’ll wonder when he did such research without my knowledge.

“Then why does Hyeolcheon Doma leave his disciples lame?”

“That...”

There was a definite reason, but it was something I couldn’t explain to Ian.

So Ian came up with another reason that made sense.

“Because it’s comfortable.”

“yes?”

“It’s easier to deal with greedy and selfish guys than with well-behaved students. For a long time, Hyeolcheondoma has not decided on the best disciple and has been making disciples compete. because? That way it’s easy to use it as a consumable. “Just wait and see, the empty space in Yangpo will be filled within a few days.”

“You were a scary person, Thomas.”

“I am more afraid of my students. “Those guys attack the master even though they clearly know what kind of person he is.”

“I am glad to be able to serve you, Master.”

“of course. How do you compare? Ian, would you like to have a drink for the first time in a while?”

She looked at me with a surprised face.

“Why are you so surprised?”

“It’s not just the first time, it’s the first time.”

“Is this your first time?”

“yes.”

I haven’t had a drink with you until now? What motivated you to throw yourself for me?

“let’s go. Let’s drink and die today!”

I went to Maga Village with Ian.

Magachon is a village formed in all directions around the main school. What started out as a small village where native families lived has now become a large city.

I took her to the most expensive and best bar in Magachon.

“It’s a historic day, let’s drink in a nice place.”

“I like small, shabby places too.”

She felt uncomfortable in crowded places. No matter where you go, all eyes will be on her, so you probably don’t like it.

Out of consideration for her, I went into the special room of the bar that was set aside separately.

“How much do you drink?”

“I can’t drink that much.”

“Let’s check how much you drank today. “Don’t worry, I’ll carry you.”

“I... it’s heavy.”

“are you okay. “Look at these forearms.”

“It’s half the size of my forearm.”

“It’s because I haven’t given you strength yet!”

Since it was my first drinking date with her, I ordered lots of good drinks and food.

“This is my first time trying this dish. “This and that.”

“Let’s try everything and order more of the delicious food.”

“My stomach feels surprised.”

“You’re too busy escorting, so you barely get enough of it, right? “Eat carefully from now on.”

‘If that knife flies at my neck, will I be able to avoid it?’

There was no easy answer.

No matter how deep the feelings I gained from my life before returning, my strength is overwhelmingly lacking now.

At the moment when the tension was rising, the cold energy surrounding me disappeared in an instant.

The Hyeolcheon Blade grinned and poked my side with the end of the handle of the Blade of Death.

“Why did you do that?”

It means why did he kill his disciple?

Just a moment ago, it felt like a killer coming to kill me, but now it’s grinning and poking my side like a friendly old man next door.

“It was because I acted like an idiot.”

In response to the calm answer, Hyeolcheondoma stared at me. It’s similar to my father’s, but it has a different look.

If you couldn’t tell what your father was thinking, the look in Hyeolcheondoma’s eyes was clear.

Hostility.

I saw a fire burning in his eyes.

“What kind of idiot in the world would come to pick a fight with the youngest son of a religious leader who wouldn’t hurt anyone’s eyes?”

Whilick!

The sword that was lying on the knee of the Hyeolcheon sword bounced up and was aimed at my neck again.

“Should I ask you to cut off this head and put it in the cult leader’s eyes? “Does it hurt or not?”

The razor-colored life flowing over the blade contained the owner’s will, ‘It may have sounded like a joke, but it wasn’t.’

“I don’t think my head will fit into my father’s horribly torn eyes?”

When I took a step back, the energy flowing over the blade instantly disappeared toward the handle. amazing. How can such a skinny body handle such powerful energy so freely?

This time, the Hyeolcheon cutting board drew a long line on the floor in front of where we were sitting. And a vertical line was drawn about a span from the left end.

“From here to here, we are Confucius, and from here to the end, it’s me.”

The lines were divided by the ratio of nine to one.

“What is this?”

“That’s how much the cult leader cares about it.”

It was my job to save Hyeolcheon Doma himself.

I drew a new line about two-thirds of the way with my finger.

“No matter what, he is a son by name. “There must be an elderly person on this side and that side.”

This time, the cutting board I was going to hit was three.

Hyeolcheondoma smiled slyly.

“We can try it. “If I carry this head of Confucius, will the religious leader kill me or save me?”

“Aren’t you underestimating the Heavenly Demon’s fatherly love?”

“So let’s try it.”

The Great Blade of Destruction slowly moved towards me again.

I gently pressed the side of the sword with my palm to prevent it from reaching my throat. The road was cold. No matter how brightly the Hyeolcheon Doma smiles, this coldness is its essence. If you forget that, you will die.

“You don’t have to take the test. “There are two sons and one elder.”

Blood Heavenly Demon grinned.

“This Confucius is not a fool like my student.”

“If your disciple looked like you, he would still be alive.”

Hyeolcheon Doma placed his hand on my shoulder and tapped it.

“This Confucius, this old man, has lived with bad luck all his life. So it’s better if we don’t see each other often.”

After speaking, Hyeolcheondoma disappeared. A body leapt up next to me and fell into the darkness far away.

As soon as the blood vessel disappeared, I looked from the side. There was a bluish-blue bruise where the sword handle had been stabbed with the handle of the sword. It looked like a playful ‘poke’, but the shock that came to me was a ‘thud’. The pat on the shoulder at the end was the same.

“Fucking old man.”

I didn’t let go of tension the entire time I was dealing with him. Regardless of the fact of regression, we always had to be careful about the risks created by variables.

The fact that I said twice that I would lift my head and go see my father means that there was a thought in my head that I could really do that.

At first glance, he may seem self-indulgent, but he is not a self-indulgent person. He is a person who always calculates and calculates thoroughly. If it feels arbitrary, it is also calculated arbitrary. So he was a difficult person to deal with.

I knew a lot of information about it, but knowing it well doesn’t mean I can handle it well. Information is just information, and variables that can overturn this advantage can arise at any time.

‘Anyway, why did you come to see me?’

Is this a warning for killing his disciple?

no. As I said to Ian, he is not a person who cares about reputation.

He came to see me. It must have been impressive to see him perform on stage, and his wish to hunt must have felt special. Since he also cut down his own student, he must have felt the need to test me. I came here to taste for myself whether I taste sweet or shit. To see if I could be the successor.

‘What did it taste like?’

To me he was spicy. I only touched my tongue once, but it was hot. Instead, it was deliciously spicy.

‘Will my first opponent be Hyeolcheon Dao?’

Maybe that’s the case. After all, I was sent back to the day I was dancing with the disciple of Hyeolcheondoma.

‘Perhaps that big sword of yours was particularly noticeable to the sky.’