Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 152



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 152

Practice (2)

The month since the graduation ceremony has passed quickly.

The instructors who taught Baekcheon and Makhoyeol’s riders conducted tests to select new riders, and the rider that Ilmok belonged to finally began his first training.

“Hahaha! It’s finally starting!”

“Stay in line!”

Dokgo-pae, who is excited about the training and wants to run wild, and Instructor Eun-ryeo tries to stop him.

“ha.”

And looking at Kwak-sul sighing, Ilmok muttered.

“As expected, you don’t listen to other people’s stories.”

It wasn’t just Dokgo’s story. The other members of the group also seemed to be excited.

Unlike them, Ichimoku had prepared his own plan for this training.

After following the armed forces for over a month, the bare minimum of preparation to relieve the hygiene obsession.

How long did it take to run along the mountain paths of Cheonmandae Mountain with Chu Il-hwan, the instructors, and the assistants?

After passing several mountain peaks and completely leaving Cheonmandaesan, a group of people holding a flag with a white bird embroidered on it appeared.

It was the Baekjakdan (White Sparrow Group) that decided to participate in this training.

The Demonic Cult’s armed forces consisted of a total of sixteen groups, and each group had a total of forty members.

Because vacancies often arise due to accidents or other special reasons, the group is usually comprised of between thirty-five and forty members, and the number of members currently visible to the naked eye is thirty-eight.

“Hello, Countess. My name is Chu Il-hwan, the instructor of the Magic Hall.”

“Hahaha. Welcome. Instructor Chu. Members of the Count’s House.”

While Chu Il-hwan and the Baekjakdanju briefly exchanged greetings as representatives, Ilmok glanced at the Baekjakdan members.

About half of the people who were unmanned looked relatively young, and the other half looked to be in their mid-thirties or older.

‘The leader, vice-leader, and even the group leaders are likely to be from the Magic Academy, and the remaining ten or so are from outside the Magic Academy?’

Ilmok recalled the explanation he had heard from Jin Ha-yeon in the past.

As it was a magic school that trained talents for the Cheonma Sect, most of the disciples who graduated from the magic school were able to apply to the places they wanted right away.

The armed forces, the court of protection, the guardian deity, the dark pavilion, the silver pavilion, etc.

However, it was impossible to run all of those organizations with only people from the Magic Hall.

This was because only twenty people were selected each year under the pretext of nurturing talent.

The ones who could solve this manpower shortage were those from Bima Dokwan.

Of course, most of them started out as unmanned soldiers in Bunta, as they were from the Bima Dokan.

The method was to start from the bottom, build up skills and achievements, and only after the age of thirty would one’s achievements be recognized and one could advance to the ranks of the armed forces or headquarters.

‘I think it’s because most people enter major organizations or institutions too late in life, so they end up not being able to rise to high positions.’

For some reason, it was a system that felt familiar to Ichimoku.

‘You could say that the magician is a 5th-grade civil service exam taker, and the non-magician is a 9th-grade civil service exam taker.’

Because the starting point is so low, the highest position that a Bima Dokwan graduate can attain is at best the leader of a military unit.

Anything higher than that was virtually impossible because it overlapped with the retirement age.

‘Ugh. Well, in this den of lunatics, there are more deaths and retirements due to mental illness than retirements due to mandatory retirement.’

Even if you climb up, you can only reach the level of a member of the armed forces. Only a very small number of people manage to rise to the level of a leader, and being a member of the armed forces means that your life is in danger.

It was a promotion system that made anyone wonder why they had to do such a crazy thing, but surprisingly, there were many young people belonging to the Bunta who dreamed of rising to the rank of military leader.

As a pseudo-fanatic, I want to be a little more devoted to the religion.

It wasn’t just that.

‘I think it was because if you belong to a military unit or a headquarters organization, you can reside in the headquarters from then on.’

Jin Ha-yeon explained it like that, but Ilmok could see that there was one more reason.

If you belong to a group located in the headquarters or the armed forces, you will be able to learn high-level magic even if you are from a branch office.

And once you are able to master high-level magic, you can then pass that magic on to your children, grandchildren, and granddaughters.

There was talk that if future generations had enough talent, it might be possible for them to enter the Magic Academy.

From the perspective of the Demonic Cult, it meant that it was a great opportunity for social advancement.

The problem was that social mobility took place over several generations.

‘Hmm. Now that I think about it, this might be the reason why the teacher accepted the educational system I proposed.’

The current way of the Demonic Cult was overwhelmingly advantageous to the children of the martial artists belonging to the headquarters, because they could learn advanced magic from a young age.

Even from a young age, they were taught high-level magic with severe side effects, so there was a line of crazy people waiting.

You can see it just by turning your head and looking around.

‘That guy too, and that person too.’

Ilmok nodded after quickly looking over the various classmates, including Dokgo-pae and Bang Mi-hwa.

Certainly, the educational system of the Demonic Cult needed to change.

Aside from the original intention of alleviating mental illness, Cheonma’s goal was to find talented people buried in the wilderness.

‘Now that I think about it, Jin Ha-yeon was a really special case.’

He was a man of great ability, having achieved the feat of magic that would take generations for others to achieve, through his own talent and effort.

‘It wasn’t strange that Joo Seo-yeon was praising him.’

And that woman was none other than Ilmok’s own concubine.

‘… It’s all about effort and patience, but I guess connections are the best.’

It was a moment where he forgot what he had done and thought that it was all thanks to his teacher, Cheonma.

one side.

As Ilmok was observing the members of the Counts, the members of the Counts were also observing Ilmok.

‘That official is the eight-armed Confucius I’ve only heard of!’

For the past two years or so, the name that has been mentioned the most in the Cheonmasin religion after Cheonma has been Palgongja Ilmok.

The reason why the Baekjak members immediately figured out Ilmok’s true identity, even though Ilmok’s Yongmo-pagi was not spread throughout the Cheonmasingyo, was simple.

‘How can a single official have such momentum!’

‘Oh my god, this is at a level I can’t read… .’

This was because it had reached a level that was incomparable to that of other government offices.

Even some of the members were shocked to realize that Ichimoku, who was only seventeen and still a mere novice in the Magic Hall, was superior to them.

In particular, the shock to the young Counts from the Magic Hall was even greater.

“Heh heh heh.”

Rather, the middle-aged warriors from the Bima Do-gwan who had been through all sorts of hardships and ended up in the Baekjakdan were smiling hollowly.

As I got older, it was also because I had a deep spiritual cultivation.

They had already experienced this kind of shock when they entered the Count’s household.

Because there were people who were at least fifteen years younger than them and had just graduated from the Magic Academy, and were just as good or better than them.

“They say that the one who flies is above the one who runs…”

However, the fact that the reporters from the Magic Academy who had surprised them were surprised at seeing the eight princes was also truly mysterious.

“The phrase ‘Cheonwicheon’ naturally comes to mind.”

* * *

The Ichimoku and the Magi-kan officials. And the members of the Count’s Corps looked at each other and recalled various impressions.

After a brief greeting with the instructors, the Count’s leader shouted to the Count’s members and the Magic Hall officials.

“Our Count’s mission this time is to eliminate the bandits who have been running wild on the road from Hami to Toluban. They are all trained in martial arts, and judging by their sudden appearance, they are presumed to be from the Sasas of the Central Plains. For the safety of all living beings, our goal is to eliminate every last one of them, so keep that in mind.”

“Your name!”

As soon as the mission explanation was finished, the Counts bowed politely.

“Even at this very moment, sentient beings are suffering from those evildoers. There is no time to waste, so let’s leave immediately!”

And as soon as the Count’s order was given, their journey began, some on horseback, some on foot.

‘Somehow it seemed like I didn’t talk much!’

As he ran forward with his light sword in full force, a hollow smile appeared on Ichimoku’s face.

Even before entering the Magic Academy, he had already run around the Xinjiang area several times under the pretext of ‘light-body training.’

But this was a different case.

If it was Toroban, it was a much further place than Hwajeong, which I had been to before.

It was a distance that would take at least four days to travel even on horseback. It was longer than going from Seoul to Busan.

‘These crazy guys!!’

I ran away for a while cursing the Count’s group.

The deadly Countess, who was riding comfortably in the lead, raised her hand.

“Stop! Let’s rest here for a moment to control our internal energy before we leave.”

Among those who stopped at his direction, those who had performed light-hearted exercises sat cross-legged and began to meditate, while those who had come on horseback led their horses and fed them grass.

They sometimes fed them water and food that they brought themselves, but mostly they fed them grass that was growing on the ground.

And after a brief rest, those who had ridden horses and those who had performed light martial arts took turns and set out on their journey again.

This time, Ichimoku, who was riding comfortably, soon realized why the horse was only half full. And also why he had stopped and rested a little while ago.

‘Most of Xinjiang was a wasteland…’

They were not using the roads that horses could travel comfortably on.

Once we left the pasture, there was little to see for the horses to eat.

After that, we often took breaks, but when we took breaks in the wilderness, we fed the horses the food and water we had brought in advance.

Then, when they left the wasteland and entered the pasture, they would eat grass from the pasture.

After riding and galloping all day, they arrived at night in the middle of an unknown pasture.

“We will depart at dawn tomorrow, so eat a quick meal and get some sleep! The order of night watch will be relayed through each team leader and the instructors of the Magic Hall!”

At the shout of the Count’s leader, Ichimoku finally realized that the mad dash was over and let out a sigh.

“It seems that the rumors about the eight princes are not false.”

“Compared to other officials, you definitely seem to have more room, Brother Jang.”

Unlike the Magic Hall officials who looked exhausted and as if they would collapse at any moment, the eyes of the Count’s members who looked somewhat relaxed were all turned towards Ilmok.

Among them, there were some who wanted to go beyond simply looking at the scene and use this opportunity to speak.

“It is fate that we have met here, so wouldn’t it be nice to at least say hello?”

Some of the members who had been keeping an eye on Prince Pal stopped walking instead of approaching him.

Suddenly, Prince Pal closed his eyes and showed a look of concentration, and a wave of energy began to flow out from around him.

The Counts who felt that energy all had surprised expressions on their faces.

‘He really is the Prince of Eight!’

‘Even though I’ve been riding a horse and practicing lightness all day, I definitely need to practice martial arts before going to sleep!’

For a moment, everyone looked at Ichimoku with a look of admiration on their faces.

Some people with sensitive senses tilted their heads, belatedly noticing that something was strange.

“… No matter how I look at it, doesn’t it seem like you’re trying to use sorcery rather than martial arts?”