Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 151



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 151

Practice (1)

When everyone was looking at me with eyes filled with admiration.

To save Ichimoku from the imminent death of the Emperor, someone stepped forward.

“Your Majesty! I know it may be presumptuous of you to ask, but please give our bodybuilder club a chance to show off what we have been preparing!”

The person who shouted that while prostrating himself was none other than Instructor Cheokilso.

Naturally, everyone’s eyes were focused on him. In particular, the eyes of Mak Ho-yeol and Dokgo-pae, members of the bodybuilding club, were faintly filled with tears of emotion.

Because it might be an opportunity to show off what they have been honing to a great person.

“This wasn’t discussed in advance, so Instructor Chuck, you may step aside now.”

Of course, the old man, Yeom Ga-hwi, answered like that so as not to cause trouble to Cheon-ma.

“Hahaha. This old man doesn’t care, so let’s give him a chance. After watching the drama club’s play, I’m also curious about the training that other clubs have been doing.”

After receiving permission from Cheonma, the instructor of Cheokilso bowed again and called out the names of the officials.

“Mak Ho-yeol, Dok Go-pae, and Gwak Sul, come forward!”

As if their bodies were already trembling, Mak Ho-yeol and Dokgo-pae flew away as soon as their names were called. Then, Jeong-hyeon and Il-mok felt a strange sense of kinship as they watched Gwak-sul stagger forward.

Because the attitude of being dragged to a slaughterhouse somehow didn’t seem like someone else’s problem.

After being together for so long, is it possible that we can understand each other just by looking at each other’s eyes?

Cheok Il-so, Mak Ho-yeol, and Dokgo-pae, who had stepped forward, made eye contact with each other and nodded.

Sizzle.

He immediately used force to tear off the uniform he was wearing.

“For a perfect martial arts, external skills are just as important as internal skills! As a martial artist, we will show you the body we have trained for the past six months to perfect our magic skills!”

After shouting like that, Chuck Il-so took on various poses and showed off his muscle movements.

It wasn’t the modern bodybuilding posture that Ichimoku was used to.

They were each swinging their own weapons: a spear, a sword, and a sword.

However, I performed the movements as slowly as possible without using up any internal energy.

Wiggle. Wiggle.

As they moved, all that could be seen was the throbbing of their overdeveloped muscles.

‘Oh.’

Ichimoku frowned involuntarily at the disgusting sight.

* * *

After the eventful graduation ceremony.

In the main hall of the Magic Hall, Cheonma and Gwanju Yeom Ga-hwi were having a private meeting.

“I apologize for taking up so much of your precious time.”

In response to the words of the Yan Gahui official, Cheonma smiled gently like a country girl and replied.

“Hehehe. Don’t worry about it. Aren’t the disciples of the Magic Hall the children who will become the future of the new religion? Watching them develop is also a pleasure for this old man.”

Cheonma, who had appeased Guan Zhu, stroked his beard and said something strange.

“Rather than that, after seeing the graduation ceremony today, I had this thought. I wondered if it would be a good idea to hold graduation ceremonies like this in the future.”

“… In the future too?”

When Guan Zhu asked with a puzzled expression, Cheon Ma added an explanation.

“That’s right. Didn’t Baekga’s child do that? He said he would preach the greatness of the new religion through the acting he had honed in the club. The club is definitely a meaningful time, so it would be great if all the officials showed off the performances they had honed during the final graduation ceremony.”

Yeom Ga-hui responded with an example.

“Starting next year, we will prepare so that all clubs can perform at the graduation ceremony.”

At Guan Zhu’s answer, Cheon Ma stroked his beard with a satisfied expression.

In this way, a new tradition was born in the Magic Hall.

A terrible tradition that is nothing short of a disaster for introverted fans, the graduation ceremony performance.

* * *

After the graduation ceremony, the atmosphere in the Magic Hall became quiet once again thanks to the departure of the class that Baekcheon and Makhoyeol were a part of.

But this is only the perspective of the officials. This was the busiest time for the instructors of the Magic Academy.

Eunyoung Cha and the instructors who were in charge of the above-mentioned riders were preparing for the entrance examination for the Magic Hall to select new riders, and the instructors who taught the Ichimoku riders had to prepare for the training schedule that would begin soon.

Morning martial arts training time as usual.

“Are we finally going to do the internship?”

“It’s already our second year. The younger guys will be joining us soon.”

“Haha. I have to show you something cool.”

The same goes for the meditation club trio that covers Ilmok.

“Hahahaha! Finally, a practical training session! Finally, a chance to leave the Magic Academy and fully display my martial arts skills!”

“Chairman Dokgo. This is a practical training session. You must follow the instructions of the seniors of the Armed Forces.”

The Dokgo family, who are always full of thoughts of running wild, and Gwak Sul, who tries to stop them.

“Ohhohoho. I’m worried that the seniors of the military unit will be swayed by my beauty.”

“Hahaha. Then they’ll keep chasing after Mi-hwa, right? After you graduate from the Magic Academy, they’ll definitely ask you to join their armed forces.”

The same goes for Bang Mi-hwa and her best friend Ha-young, who exude unfounded confidence.

“Joo, Joo Seo-yeon, aren’t you nervous? I heard you’ll be meeting new people again… .”

“I’m nervous! There’s only one year left until I graduate from the Magic Academy, so I have to catch the eye of the Ichimoku Confucius within that time!”

Thanks to being together for a long time, Joo Seo-yeon and Jeong Hyeon have become close friends.

All of the officers in the upper ranks were in a more excited mood than usual.

Just one person. Except for Ichimoku.

“Tsk tsk.”

Ilmok glanced at his classmates with pitiful eyes and clicked his tongue.

At that kind of attitude, Chu Il-hwan, the instructor in charge of martial arts education, approached him as if he was interested.

“Ichimokukando. It seems like you’re not looking forward to the training that’s about to start.”

Naturally, the eyes of the officers in charge were focused on Ilmok.

However, this level of attention was nothing to Ichimoku, who had even endured the terrible performance at the graduation ceremony.

Ilmok opened his mouth in a calm tone.

“Isn’t that obvious? It’s going to be tough leaving home, and it’s going to be a much harder schedule than training at the Magic Academy. Why should you be worried? Why should you be looking forward to it?”

Those guys were training inside the Magic Academy, and it seemed like they were feeling suffocated by the situation where even fighting among their peers was restricted, but Ichimoku didn’t see it that way at all.

There was no need to open my eyes and think about all the things I had experienced in this damn world.

‘Just going to training once, how horrible it is.’

Because it was something I had already experienced enough in the South Korean military when I was Seo Ji-hoon.

Military life is like X. It’s like X. But the worst part is the training, no matter what. And the operational training that takes place outside.

‘I can’t even eat properly, I do weird things, and there’s no bathroom. I can’t even wash.’

The last two were the most concerning. Not only was it difficult to properly handle menstrual symptoms, but I couldn’t even wash.

‘Ugh.’

From his perspective as someone who suffers from hygiene obsessions, this would have been nauseating and sweaty.

“We have to find a way….”

For Ichimoku, this was a matter of survival. If he couldn’t find a solution, he might faint or have a seizure.

When Ilmok muttered, “Solution. Solution,” with an anxious and tense expression on his face, Chu Il-hwan snorted, “Hoo.”

“Hahaha. Everyone, follow the example of Ichimoku Kwando!”

He suddenly started making strange noises and caught the attention of the officials.

“As the Ichimoku Kendo says, you should realize that this internship as a second-year Kendo is not a game! This is only training, and it will be much more difficult than your time at the Magic Hall!”

No matter what is said, in the end, it is the speaker who is important.

If the person who boasts the lowest grades in the Magic Academy had said something like that, he would have been considered a coward who was afraid of practical training.

“Each of us should think and ponder over how we can learn more from our practical training, like this: ‘Imok Gwando’!”

However, since the overwhelming leader, Ichimoku, spoke, it was seen as a mindset of preparation rather than fear.

At Chu Il-hwan’s shout, everyone looked at Il-mok with expressions of admiration, saying, “As expected!”

‘Damn it. Should I tell Congressman Seo to bring a jar of disinfectant?’

It seemed like he was obsessed with hygiene, regardless of what others thought of him.

* * *

At a time when everyone in the Magic Academy was struggling with anticipation or anxiety about the training.

A huge manor located on one side of the headquarters of the Cheonmasin religion. There was a signboard that said [Baekga (白家)], and there was a loud noise coming and going.

“What did you just say!”

In response to the cry of Baekunhak, the head of the Baekga clan, his second son Baekcheon answered.

“I told you, Father, that I would like to support the branch of the new religion located in the central plains.”

“You, the second son of our Baekga, the so-called Demonic Clan!! Do you really think it makes sense for you to become a mere warrior of Bunta, let alone a member of the armed forces?”

Baek Woon-hak shouted with a face flushed red, which did not suit his surname.

Even though Baekcheon was called ‘the most promising dog of all’ before entering the Magic Academy, he believed in his son’s talent.

No, I used to go around calling those who were called dog-eat-dogs worms.

From the beginning, Baekhwamagong, the seasonal art of Baekga, contained the side effect of craving attention from others.

As he had mastered such magic, most second sons born in Baekga would do outrageous things to attract attention.

‘I was impressed by the speed of Baekhwamagong’s accomplishments… .’

That is why Baek Woon-hak, rather than being disappointed by Baek Cheon’s foolish actions, was filled with anticipation.

‘I will definitely ask the Yeom Gwan-ju!’

Baek Woon-hak, who judged that all of this must have been caused by something wrong in the Magic Hall, barely managed to calm down and said.

“Think carefully, Cheon-ah. If you become a warrior of Bunta, you will no longer receive attention. This father will also lose interest in you, and the Supreme Being and all the high-ranking members of the Shinkyo will forget your existence.”

Although he spoke as if trying to persuade or persuade others, the content was no different from a threat.

For those suffering from the side effects of craving attention, I was telling them that they would lose interest.

However, Baekcheon’s reaction was beyond Abi’s expectations.

“Hahaha. Even if Father loses interest in me, I don’t care.”

Baek Woon-hak’s face almost turned white from shock.

‘Wow, you say that our Baekga’s children don’t need attention!’

If something was wrong, it was definitely wrong.

“Oh, did you get hurt in the danjeon at the magic hall? Oh, or did you get hurt in the head?”

I began to wonder if I had lost my Hundred Flower Magical Skill due to something wrong with my Dantian or head.

At Baek Woon-hak’s concern, Baek Cheon opened his fan with a confident face.

“I just realized that Baekga was too small to hold my bowl. Thanks to Confucius Ilmok.”

Baekcheon, who answered like that, turned his body with an exaggerated movement as if he was acting and looked somewhere with hazy eyes.

Towards the direction where the magic hall is located.

“Ilmok Confucius? Did you just say Ilmok Confucius?”

“Yes, Father.”

“Is the Ilmok Confucius you speak of the Ilmok Confucius I know?”

It was Baek Woon-hak who asked who the damn friend was who had made his son, who was a desirable interest, have a bad relationship with him.

Of course, it was not that I had not heard the name Baekunhak. For the past two years or so, whenever I felt like forgetting, I had heard that name from various places in the headquarters.

But, I never thought I would hear that name from my own child.

That too, as the culprit that caused the child to go astray.

Baekcheon, who had no interest in his father’s intentions, answered with a face filled with pride for some reason.

“If what my father is talking about is Ilmok Confucius, the eighth disciple of the Supreme Being and the genius sent from heaven, then yes, it is true. Thanks to Ilmok Confucius’s advice, my eyes were opened and I realized how narrow a vessel I had been living in. Hahahahaha.”

In response to that, Baek Woon-hak’s gaze also turned towards the Magic Hall, following Baekcheon.

‘… It’s been a year since Prince Pal entered the Magic Academy, so he will graduate next year.’

The head of the Baekga family, one of the pillars of the Five Great Magic Clans. Baek Woon-hak thought.

A year later. I decided that I must definitely meet that Confucius.