Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 102



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 102

Misunderstanding (2)

How long did it take for him to beat up Mak Ho-yeol with the thought of how long he would like him?

“Whew. Whoosh.”

Ichimoku, who had started to sweat, was breathing heavily.

“Ugh. Ugh.”

Mak Ho-yeol, who had been beaten up so viciously, was also lying on the floor, breathing heavily.

Mak Ho-yeol, who had been pushed to his limit while fighting the sword of Ichimoku, which was so different from his original form, spoke with a blushing face and a happy expression.

“Huh. I’ll be asking for your help next time too. Ichimoku junior.”

At first glance, goosebumps appeared all over his body.

Even after getting hit like that, you blush and are still happy.

They say you can’t spit in a smiling face.

In fact, the really scary thing was the opposite. The guy who laughed and said it was a reward even after spitting on his face. That guy was the really scary and dangerous guy.

‘Damn it. I can’t just kill him.’

Ichimoku, who had been thinking for a moment, let out a sigh and shouted.

“Don’t come back again!”

Ilmok turned his back and walked away.

If it was impossible to solve, it was best to avoid it. In addition,

‘Fucking compulsion.’

For now, the priority was to clean the sword that had become dirty from fighting off the pervert and wash my body.

As Ilmok tried to leave the empty lot, Baekcheon hurriedly chased after him.

“Ilmok Gongja! What on earth happened in Mangaryeong? Your skills have really improved by leaps and bounds!”

To get inspiration, Baekcheon wanted to hear about the work at Mangaryeong.

Immediately after Ilmok and Baekcheon left the empty lot.

“… … .”

“… … .”

In the empty lot, only Mak Ho-yeol collapsed on the floor and Jeong-hyeon, who didn’t know what to do, were left, creating an awkward atmosphere.

“you.”

“yes!?”

Whether Jeong-hyeon was startled by Mak Ho-yeol’s sudden call or not, Mak Ho-yeol laughed heartily and said.

“Can you help me? I’m really in bad shape. Hahaha.”

It was good when it happened, but after the fight was over, Mak Ho-yeol was so exhausted that he had no strength left to move.

“Father, father, are you talking about support…?”

Jeong-Hyeon’s face turned pale.

Just thinking about supporting and clinging to a stranger I had no relationship with made me feel suffocated.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

Jeong-hyeon, unable to overcome the pressure, quickly bowed and apologized before running out of the empty lot.

“… … .”

Mak Ho-yeol, who was lying on the floor, could only look at Jeong-hyeon’s back as he walked away with empty eyes.

* * *

Il-mok returned to the Black Dragon Hall, ignoring the white-faced Baek-cheon, and first cleaned up his sword.

‘It’s dirty. It’s covered in filth.’

I sharpened the sword that had become dirty from beating up the pervert, and washed myself in the bathroom.

And what greeted Il-mok, who had returned to his own quarters after a long time, was a long-awaited object.

“Whew. Come to think of it, I haven’t used this in seven days and seven nights.”

A diary that I have been writing almost every single day since I joined the Cheonmasin Church.

To overcome his obsessive-compulsive disorder, Ichimoku began writing a diary.

– It’s been a while, so the handwriting is messed up.

– Have you already forgotten how to write?

– That happened on the fourth day, not the third.

To be precise, the intention was to temporarily surrender to another self through the diary in order to prevent more severe obsessions from arising.

Maybe it was because I had to write a diary for seven days, or maybe it was because I experienced so many unusual things in Mangaryeong.

No matter how much I wrote in my diary, there was no end in sight, and in the end, I could only put down my brush around midnight.

“Phew.”

But after I finished writing the diary, I felt a sense of relief.

Ilmok closed the book as soon as the food dried up and headed to bed.

“Home is the best after all.”

But maybe because I had lived there for three months, or maybe because I had come from the harsh environment of Mangaryeong, the bed felt particularly cozy.

Ilmok, whose body and mind were now at ease, fell asleep.

And the next morning.

The morning at the Magic Hall, which greeted them after seven days and nights, was a mixture of several unexpected changes.

“Huh? What brings you here, Jeong Gwan-do?”

The first training session led by Chu Il-hwan.

There was still some time left, so Chu Il-hwan and the assistant instructor were not there, and the officers of the first platoon had already gathered.

And for some reason, Jeong-Hyeon, a member of the Eulban government, was there with them.

At the moment when Jeong-Hyeon, who had been keeping a distance from the question, took deep breaths repeatedly and calmed his mind, he was barely able to open his mouth.

“Jeong Gwan-do was promoted to the first rank this time.”

Bang Mi-hwa, who suddenly intervened, raised her nose and covered the left side of her face with her fan as she answered haughtily.

“ah.”

Only then did a certain memory come to mind.

While preparing to enter the Magic Hall, I overheard something from Jin Ha-yeon.

‘By the way, didn’t you say that class composition changes periodically based on grades?’

Come to think of it, Junghyun was with me both during the first and second exams.

Since his group took first place in both tests, he must have gotten quite high scores.

If he hadn’t failed the last exam, it would have been a given that he would have been in the top class.

Ichimoku frowned as he thought about it that far.

“Then, I have to go to the second class? I heard from Instructor Chu Il-hwan that my last test score was failing.”

“Hahaha. You don’t have to worry. Confucius got the best grades on his first and second exams, so he won’t fall to the bottom grade just because he failed the third exam.”

Well, I won’t fall below average just because I came in first twice and last once.

While Il-mok nodded his head with an expression of moderate understanding.

“But unfortunately, Ichimoku Gongja is no longer the top student. I feel sorry for Gongja who got caught up in the accident, but I ended up getting the top student in the last exam. Ohohohohoho.”

Seeing her proudly raising her chin and showing off her nose, Ichimoku was finally able to fully grasp the situation.

‘You came here to brag.’

She was usually arrogant, but today she was particularly arrogant.

But whether she was being arrogant or not, Ichimoku was not particularly impressed.

In the first place, unless it was Cheonma or Jin Hayeon, Ilmok didn’t care whether he came in first or last.

furthermore.

‘Well, there’s still more than a year and a half left until graduation, so I’ll figure it out somehow.’

Honestly, I didn’t even think I would lose in the remaining exams.

Because I was tormented by Master Kang at Mangaryeong, my level was raised for no reason.

Ichimoku, who had lost interest in her, glanced around. I wondered if anyone else besides Jeong-hyeon had changed.

‘The trio is still the same.’

Choi Woong and the others who had set up a curtain of mercy every time they trained remained in the upper class, and Hayoung, Bang Mihwa’s close friend, was also there.

In addition, Dokgo-pae also remained in the upper group.

“How come Dokgo Kwan-do is still in the upper class? It seems like he always picks out stupid things to do during exams.”

In response to Ilmok’s question, Bang Mi-hwa burst into her characteristically haughty laughter and answered.

“Ohhohoho. Isn’t that because this is the Magic Hall? After all, Dokgo Kwando fought in every test, so at least his skills should be at a usable level.”

I could roughly understand what was being said.

‘Although his other scores are poor, at least his martial arts scores are top-tier, so he’s somehow holding on in the top ranks.’

For some reason, after hearing that explanation, Ilmok was reminded of the great scholar Wei Jin-hak.

‘Come to think of it, the Ambassador also said that he didn’t miss a single prize at the Magic Hall.’

It was said that even among the disciples of Cheonma, Daesahyeong was the only one with talent for martial arts.

Although I had a sense of inferiority that I was stupid, according to Jin Ha-yeon’s evaluation, I thought I was at an average level.

In the end, although the rest of his grades were average, he seemed to have secured the top spot with his overwhelming martial arts skills.

‘Hmm. So is the ambassador a superior version of that Dokgo guy?’

Suddenly, I had a thought. For some reason, I thought that back when he was a member of the Magistrate’s Office, he probably had a similar personality to that Dokgo gang member.

Was it because the face of the ambassador overlapped with the face of Dokgo-pae?

While I was looking at Dokgo-pae, unfortunately, my eyes met with Dokgo-pae’s as he turned his head.

Of course, I thought he would apply for a military service, but Dokgo-pae came over quickly and said something strange.

“Ilmok Confucius! I just heard the story from my older brother!”

“!?”

Story? What story?

While Ilmok was feeling a strange sense of foreboding, Dokgo-pae, who had come closer, continued talking.

“He said that he just gave me some teachings while fighting with his older brother!”

Ichimoku’s expression naturally crumpled.

‘Teaching? What teaching? I only remember dying fans?’

As expected, I couldn’t understand the pervert’s way of thinking.

* * *

That afternoon.

After completing his training, Ichimoku enjoyed a bath and dinner as usual, and then wandered around the Magic Hall, using his stealth skills.

‘Vacant lots are dangerous.’

He wanted to hide and hide there, but now it was his hiding place that everyone knew about. In fact, didn’t Mak Ho-yeol come by yesterday afternoon?

How long had it been since I had wandered around using stealth to avoid the countless lunatics in the Magic Hall?

A strange conversation pierced Ichimoku’s ears.

“I really can’t understand how you managed to get to the top with such skills.”

“Isn’t it all because of the youngest prince?”

Suddenly, because he was mentioned, Ichimoku stopped walking.

They say that even the king is cursed when he is not present, so it is understandable to gossip, but if you get caught, shouldn’t you take responsibility?

“You should speak frankly. It is true that I became a member of the upper class thanks to the youngest prince, but how could that be because of the youngest prince?”

“That’s true.”

But, as I listened, I realized that the target of the gossip was not Ichimoku himself.

‘Does the incident with Joo Seo-yeon that happened at the beginning of your admission come to mind?’

Even at that time, as Joo Seo-yeon kept coming to him, strange rumors started to spread.

This time I thought it was another insult to Joo Seo-yeon, but since the word ‘Gap-ban’ came out, it couldn’t be her.

And at first glance, it was not difficult to guess who the subject of the gossip was.

The target of their gossip, consisting of three men and one woman, was none other than Jeong-Hyeon.

Ilmok, who couldn’t understand why they were cursing at Jeong-hyeon, approached them cautiously.

“If only my skills were better, I would be convinced. What do you think? Am I inferior to that official named Jeong-Hyeon?”

Only after hearing the words of the centrally located Nam Gwan-do was Ilmok able to remember who he was.

‘He was originally a top-class guy.’

Jeong-Hyeon was the one who went up to the first class and fell to the second class.

‘Tsk. Was it because of jealousy?’

It seemed like he was catching up with the official who had lower grades than him, and was venting his anger by gossiping.

The remaining three appeared to be in the lower ranks, but they also seemed to be gossiping about Jeong-Hyeon, who had gone up alone.

Even in modern Korea, this is something that often happens in competitive schools. It also often appears as material for dramas and novels.

And this wasn’t just a phenomenon seen during school days.

Even when I was preparing for the civil service exam, I could occasionally see people like that at cram schools, and even during my college years, there were often people like that.

Even during my time as a civil servant, it was a scene I often saw. People would become blinded by jealousy when their peers, juniors, or seniors from a similar generation were promoted first.

Because regardless of age, every human being has felt jealousy.

So, as a fellow human being, I could understand feeling jealousy. But.

“That’s an absurd idea. I’ve observed this over the past three months of training with you. Jeong Gwan-do’s skills are poor.”

“Yes. Honestly, I doubt how you entered the Magic Academy with those skills.”

Their conversation, which was about beating down Jeong-Hyeon’s skills, was completely unacceptable.