Chapter 393

Episode 393

Walking.

Like a person passing through 30 or so streets for an eternity.

No matter how I walk, I do my best on a path where no one can say anything, or step by step.

No matter what posture you take, there will be no flaws.

There was no obstruction or pressure, but as we got closer, my heart beat and even my toes tingled with tension.

Jinmu passed through that short distance, and each step contained countless memories he shared with Bukri Docheon.

The number of times we met was about to be counted on ten fingers, and even though years or decades had passed, the time I spent with him came to mind clearly.

The person who was the greatest enemy of my life, whom I tried to reach because I couldn’t reach it, and who tried to catch it because I couldn’t catch it.

Bukridocheon was the only one who walked the path of martial arts ahead of himself.

Eventually, Jinmu’s steps reached the wall of the bush.

jaw-dropping.

Jinmu deliberately vigorously opened the poor door on one side of the wall.

Then, as if he didn’t even care about you, he walked away and sat down on the opposite side of Bukri Docheon.

It was a way to hide tension, and it was a bluff like a weak creature deliberately inflating its body.

With a red beard that stretched down to his chest, he was the only person Jinmu thought was a monster.

clap.

Ilhui, which had been slung over my shoulder, was deliberately lowered to the floor with a loud noise, leaving a gap in the silence.

Bukri Docheon watched the series of actions silently, then calmly asked with blank eyes.

“How was the Demonic Cult?”

“....”

Jinmu already knew him, but he must have met Bukri Docheon for the first time, but the first question was very light.

However, the question about the current situation weighed heavily on my chest.

Jinmu deliberately laughed and vomited out a word with a choked breath.

“There was nothing to see.”

“Such a pity. I thought it would be pretty fun.”

“....”

It wasn’t enough to respond to Ha-dae as he did, so even though he spoke bluntly, he didn’t show any displeasure, and he calmly acted, so it felt like he had lost from the beginning.

Squeak.

After expressing his slight regret, Bukri Docheon put a bowl in front of Jinmu and filled it with alcohol.

There was no word for drinking.

Whether or not he drank the glass he offered, he only poured alcohol into his mouth.

But why is the bottle different?

Could it be that I’m giving you cheap baekju and you’re drinking expensive high-quality liquor?

Has this kid been hurt too much?

Thinking about this and that, Jinmu looked at Bukridocheon, then smiled and took a sip with his glass.

reel?

I’m used to it as if I’ve tasted it somewhere.

Have you ever had a drink like this?

It seems that even the mind is at ease, secondly to the fact that Seongi is calm and stable, and the taste is quite good.

From then on, they continued to drink in silence, repeating that the cup would be empty.

Unspoken words exchanged each time the empty bottles went by.

Well, between you and me, what is the need for words? Because the eyes looking at each other already contain a lot.

Do you remember what you said to me when we first met?

‘Is midfield fun?’

‘Can I have it?’

crazy guy

Where do people live for fun and where does distribution that treats the world as a commodity come from?

and fought

They fought fiercely as if there was nothing around them.

Even while San and Deul were hurt and screamed, they tried to bring death to each other without rest.

After a period of time where you don’t even know how many times the sun and moon exchanged places, the result of the fight that both of them had nothing to offer was exactly half a second difference.

The difference with Bukri Docheon was just that much.

He said it was a draw, and Jinmu was able to realize the exact meaning of the defeat.

Although he was not his enemy, he did not mind the bitterness of lying on the couch and chewing his gallbladder to make up for the half second.

I frantically delved into his martial arts and lived in my mind, always imagining his unhuman movements.

Although he was of the same age, he may be the same as the teacher who gave him unspoken lessons in his previous life.

After entering the invisible path to beat him, I had to put in a lot of effort.

I’m going to teach you something.... You’re like a damn child.

They didn’t set a separate day, but they fought periodically, and one day when the day was clear, Jinmu was able to cut that half a second.

and got ahead

It was exactly half a second difference.

I was strangely not happy.

At that time, Jinmu was able to understand the heart of Bukri Docheon, who said it was a draw.

That half second was just the result of the decisive luck that comes to those with a slight advantage.

Of course, if I didn’t hone my skills, that luck wouldn’t come.

At that time, Bukri Docheon said that they had lost, and Jinmu, as they had heard before, said it was a draw.

It wasn’t the winner’s pride or magnanimity.

“what?”

“Think about it. Did I come this far without being able to rest even once?”

“...”

“If it’s a story, this is Daemi, so this is it.”

Seeing Jinmu furrowing his brow and reprimanding him boldly, Bukri Docheon tilted his head and asked.

“Hey... do you mean to let me rest?”

Jinmu nodded his head broadly to Bukri Docheon asking if his understanding was correct with a suspicious look.

Very natural.

Of course you should let me rest. cancer.

“Surprised. I heard from the sorceress that you were quite angry.”

“It did.”

But that was then and not now.

I haven’t even healed my arm yet. strength is at the bottom.

If we fight right now, we can’t even throw our fists properly and we’re going to throw up, but would you fight?

“Don’t you think there is something strange about this situation?”

“Isn’t that strange at all?”

“...”

Jinmu’s attitude made Bukri Docheon devastated.

No, what kind of guy is so confident?

To come to me to kill me and ask me to rest right away.

Isn’t it an attitude that even claims to be the consideration you deserve?

“Think about it.”

“...”

“I came all this way exhausted from beating this guy and that guy. See this arm? If left alone a little longer, it will rot. Do you want to fight a one-armed man?”

“No, that’s my situation...”

“It’s very frustrating.”

“...It’s not that, it’s the consideration I’ve given you all this time.”

“Haa...”

Jinmu let out an exaggerated sigh and shook his head.

“Why do people live so frustratingly?”

“...”

“Yes, I was considerate. Then, isn’t it possible to do a little more at a time?”

this is just raw

Even if you save a drowning man and then use a dump, it will be better than this.

At the words of Jinmu, who babbled nonstop, Bukri Docheon laughed dejectedly and sat down.

“Let’s have fun, have fun. I need to make a pretty plausible deal. Look at me, everyone is looking forward to it.”

“...”

Bukri Docheon turned his head and looked at the place Jinmu pointed with his finger.

The warriors of the Demonic Cult filled the surroundings of Cho-ok.

A lot of young emotions were felt in their eyes waiting for the fight between the two.

“How disappointed will people be if they kill me like they kill ants when I expect so much?”

“This is so...”

“It’s not going anywhere, it’s okay for about 10 days, right? is not it?”

Bukri Docheon, swayed by Jinmu’s words, shook his head and laughed.

“good night. Just wait ten days.”

“Yeah, well thought out.”

Jinmu, who smiled brightly, took another bite and tapped Bukri Docheon on the shoulder.

“Now then, I will recover as quickly as possible, so in the meantime, make a gymnasium for the confrontation and invite people to come.”

“...”

“What are you doing? We have to move quickly.”

Bukri Docheon stood up from his seat at the words that pushed him hard and pushed his back.

Whether it be a teacher or a disciple, he is quite an eccentric guy.

I can’t imagine wrapping myself in words and wielding them.

Bukri Docheon stood up from his seat holding back the laughter that was about to explode again and added a word that he had just thought of.

“That’s what you guys drank.”

“...?”

Following Bukri Docheon’s gaze, Jinmu looked down at the empty bottle.

“It’s an alcoholic beverage made by squeezing the juice of cheonsanseolcho. It won’t be long before Sumin’s spirits stay in it, so it’s better to start fortune-telling from now on.”

Is it a liquor made from Cheonsanseolcho?

Somehow it tasted familiar.

By the way, since he didn’t see this guy, he only grew more considerate

...

“Are there any more?” If there is no

“....”,

he will stare.

Anyway, fortunately, I bought the time of ten days.

I will take a good rest, recover my body, and send you to hell without fail.

Go and look for it diligently.

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