Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 153
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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 153
Practice (3)
When Ichimoku and his friends left the Magic Academy for training.
A large hall located on one side of the headquarters of the Cheonmasin religion. Inside the hall with the sign that reads [Pakgwaejeon] hanging, a middle-aged man and a young man were having a meeting.
“You’ve worked hard, Jinson Bangju.”
“Isn’t it all thanks to you, Lord Jeonju?”
In response to the greetings of Ahn Hyo-gyun, the Bagua Jeonju, Ahn Jeok-un, the Jinson Bangju, responded with an indifferent expression.
It was a rather rude answer, regardless of the expression, but Ahn Hyo-gyun didn’t seem to care.
As they were from the same Ahn clan, Ahn Jeok-un could be considered the nephew of Jeonju’s Ahn Hyo-gyun.
“Hahaha. Didn’t I tell you when I sent you to the Magic Hall? If you don’t fix that bad temper, you’ll end up in big trouble at some point.”
Despite the playful advice from Jilbu, An Jeok-un looked indifferent.
“Even so, I felt it deeply while serving as an acting instructor this time.”
“Hoo.”
An Hyo-gyun’s eyes lit up as he thought his advice had finally worked, but he sighed at his nephew’s words that followed.
“As expected, you shouldn’t get along with people who are stupid.”
“Ha. I know it’s weird to say this, but some of the warriors, including the Supreme Being, can communicate with us, but most of the members of the church can’t. Aren’t they all suffering from side effects?”
“If we don’t meet, there’s no reason to talk, right?”
“How can you, who is expected by the Bagua Chronicles and the Sega, not face the warriors? Either you will take my place in the future, or you will become the head of the Sega family. Whichever of the two you become, you will have to face the warriors as a representative.”
“I don’t care about the Bagua Jeonju or the heads of the Sega families. I’m just happy to study sorcery and formations.”
At his nephew’s innocent voice, Ahn Hyo-gyun sighed inwardly.
Although my nephew was given the position of the Bagua Jeon master in his late twenties due to his outstanding talent, the problem was that he lived a life too focused on research and training.
Should I say that I don’t know the ways of the world?
In order to solve that problem, I sent him to the Magic Academy as an acting instructor to deal with the relatively easy young warriors.
‘I guess I’ll have to discuss this with my family later.’
It was unacceptable for An Jeok-un to spend his entire life in a corner of his room, devoting only his life to research and training.
If you wanted that kind of life in the first place, shouldn’t you have refused all the support offered by Segawa and Baguajeon?
I had supported An Jeok-un’s growth in both material and spiritual ways, so it was impossible for him to live as he pleased now.
But even if we discuss the issue here and now, we won’t find a solution.
An Hyo-gyun first tried to change the topic of conversation to lighten the mood.
“During your time at the Magic Hall, have you only seen pitiful people?”
Only then did Ahn Jeok-woon’s expression change subtly in response to Ahn Hyo-gyun’s question.
“About two. I found some that looked useful.”
“Huh. Two. What kind of kids are they?”
“One of them was a government official named Gwak-sul. His skills were average, but his head was quite sharp. I don’t know much about magic, but he seemed to be quite interested in formations and organ formations. And most of all, he seemed useful.”
“Useful?”
When Ahn Hyo-gyun asked with a puzzled expression, Ahn Jeok-un answered.
“Seeing him hanging out with the eldest grandson of Dokgo Se-ga, it seemed like he knew how to deal with idiots. When I had to get involved with the military for the Bagua Chronicles or Se-ga affairs, I thought it would be good to use that official as a kind of interpreter.”
“Hoo.”
An Hyo-gyun showed an expression of interest.
‘It seems like I wasn’t just spending my time in the Magic Hall without thinking.’
I was thinking of having a subordinate who would help me out in case I ever get promoted to a higher position.
“If so, is the remaining one also of a similar type?”
To Ahn Hyo-gyun’s question, Ahn Jeok-un shook his head.
“The other one is probably someone your Majesty knows.”
From those words, Ahn Hyo-gyun could easily figure out who he meant.
“Are you talking about the eight princes?”
“Yes.”
“Hmm. I’m curious to know what piqued your interest.”
“The spirit of Prince Pal was such that it would not be an exaggeration to say that he was a genius.”
“If you can call yourself a genius, then there is no room for doubt.”
“And in the case of the head, it was a subtle feeling. Compared to what the world knows, it didn’t really feel like a genius. Considering his age, I thought he was probably a genius.”
An Hyo-gyun tilted his head at An Jeok-un’s evaluation.
‘The mind of the child who brought so many changes to the new religion is at best a genius?’
It felt somewhat contradictory, but I decided to listen to it anyway.
Because the brain needed for tactics or sorcery and the brain needed to handle work efficiently are subtly different.
“So, is it because of that outstanding sense that you became interested in it?”
“That’s what first got me interested, but there’s a bigger reason.”
“A bigger reason?”
“The eight Confuciuses were interested in sorcery and formations. And quite a bit.”
“!!!”
While Ahn Hyo-gyun was reacting in surprise, Ahn Jeok-un calmly told him what had happened with Prince Pal.
The fact that he showed enthusiasm in his training in Jinbeop, and the fact that An Jeok-un, who recognized his talent, interviewed Ilmok.
From the passionate look shown at the beginning of the interview to the words Ichimoku uttered at the end.
An Hyo-gyun, who heard the whole story, made a strange expression.
“As a disciple of the Supreme One, completing the Talhonmujeonggeom is my top priority… It is certainly a reasonable argument, but isn’t it also an excuse to politely decline your offer?”
“I thought so at first, but now I’ve changed.”
An Jeok-un, who had said so, added in a confident tone.
“It is certain that the Eight Confuciuses want to become part of our Bagua Tao. Otherwise, there would be no need for them to come to me and ask me to teach them magic.”
“If so, did you teach magic to the eight Confuciuses?”
“Yes.”
An Jeok-un nodded and added a strange remark.
“I don’t know why you specifically asked me to teach you ‘that’ technique.”
* * *
“Phew.”
Ichimoku took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and concentrated on his senses.
A single magic technique that was learned through moderate extortion and fraud from An Jeok-un, who had briefly visited as an acting instructor at the Magic Academy.
But since there was only about two weeks left, I wasn’t able to handle it freely.
So I closed my eyes and blocked out my vision. In addition, I focused on the feeling and forgot about my other senses.
And when you become completely absorbed in the feeling of energy, you can feel all the subtle flow of energy flowing around you.
Pot!
Ichimoku’s hand moved slowly, drawing a hand seal.
‘The movement of the hand is merely a means to clearly draw the flow.’
Ilmok thought back to the advice he had received from An Jeok-un. In the end, what was important was communicating with the energy of the world through the energy that had escaped through one’s own hands.
Following that advice, the qi that escaped through Ichimoku’s hands began to interfere with the flow of qi flowing around him.
Pot!
As the number of people changes in succession, the flow of energy flowing around changes several times according to Ichimoku’s intention.
The surrounding energy gradually gathered around Ichimoku, and at that moment, the flow reached its peak.
Pot!
Finally, according to the seal made on Ichimoku’s hand, the magic was completed.
The only sorcery that Ilmok learned from An Jeok-un as if he was in the Bagua Chronicles.
At the same time.
Slurp.
A sickening sound echoes, and a stream of water forms in front of his hands and flows down toward a small container he had brought with him.
It was the most basic sorcery for handling water energy, called the sorcery of condensation. As the name suggests, it was a sorcery that gathered the water energy spread out in the air and transformed it into water.
Looking at the water piling up in the barrel, Ichimoku frowned slightly.
It wasn’t because I thought I had learned such a sloppy technique.
‘Damn. Is it really that dry compared to Cheonmandaesan? There wasn’t enough water.’
It was just because I was disappointed with the amount of water in the bucket.
Meanwhile, the expressions on the faces of the demon lords and the members of the Count’s corps who had gathered to see Ichimoku performing his magic were strange in many ways.
Since the famous Eight Confucius was not a martial artist but a sorcerer, there were high expectations in many ways.
‘Oh, is that all?’
While most were disappointed with the results, some had different thoughts.
“Ahem. Prince Eight. No, Ilmok Guando. What was the intention behind casting such a spell?”
If he’s the famous Eight Princes, then of course he has some intention.
When the representative asked the question, those watching also made expressions like, ‘Of course!’
And as they expected, the plan was intentional.
“This is water for bathing.”
Because it was to solve the hygiene obsession.
In response to the obvious answer, the Count who had asked the question asked back with a bewildered expression.
“Are you talking about taking a bath?”
“Yes.”
“… I’ll get dirty from sleeping out anyway, and I’ll get dirty again from running early tomorrow morning, so why bother?”
To his question, Ichimoku answered with an expression as if asking why he was asking such an obvious question.
“Senior, why do you always eat meals that will be digested and disappear anyway?”
It was a scene where he expressed himself in a refined manner, as if he were his senior.
‘I’m going to die anyway, so why live instead of just cutting my throat?’
The real intention was closer to this side.
After finishing the pointless conversation with the Count, Ichimoku turned around and walked off somewhere.
“Hey, where are you going?”
Suddenly, someone shouted urgently as he saw Ichimoku leaving the group and heading to a secluded place alone.
“I need to take a bath, but I can’t take my clothes off here.”
The answer I got back was, as expected, extremely indifferent.
It was an inevitable problem. After running all day, my obsession with hygiene was already at its limit.
In fact, this one magic technique was not the only thing Ilmok had prepared to deal with in response to his obsession with hygiene.
Of course, there was alcohol for disinfection in the bottle for emergencies, and in addition, there was a stone and a change of clothes. In addition, there was even a cotton cloth to cover oneself while sleeping.
‘That’s the wasteland of Xinjiang, that’s it. Yellow dust.’
It was a kind of face shield to protect against yellow dust.
They say you see as much as you know.
It was an expression that was usually used in a positive sense, but it had a slightly different meaning to Ichimoku.
‘If only it weren’t for that damn Talhonmujeonggeom.’
For Ichimoku, who has retained the basic common sense of the modern era, the Talhonmujeonggeom boasts the worst compatibility.
In this day and age, how long would it take for a person to master the art of Talhonmujeonggeom and become obsessed with hygiene?
But for Ilmok, who knew about yellow dust and germs, the obsession with hygiene was a disaster.
‘I’m so tired of being squeezed by my teacher or my older brother. Damn it.’
There is even a symptom where, whenever a teacher or an ambassador asks something, they keep trying to systematize it based on modern knowledge.
His frustration with his own situation naturally degenerated into frustration with the ignorant.
‘Tsk. You dirty things. How can you think clearly in a state like that?’
Immediately after, a light tongue-clicking sound was heard.
Whew.
An awkward silence suddenly fell over the Count’s camp.
As they watched the back of Ilmok disappear into the darkness, softly illuminated only by the moonlight in the distance, the Counts had the same thoughts in their minds.
‘… Is that really the eight-armed Confucius?’
‘…No matter how I look at it, he just seems like a crazy person?’
* * *
“Hmm. Condensation wine….”
An Hyo-gyun, who heard the name of the magic technique that An Jeok-un had learned, rubbed his chin several times and asked.
“If that’s the magic, isn’t it a magic that even ten-year-old children in our Sega can perform?”
“Yes.”
“Hmm. I spent two weeks obsessed with such basic magic….”
When Ahn Hyo-gyun muttered something in a pitiful tone, Ahn Jeok-un opened his mouth.
“It only took one day to understand the magic.”
“Wow. If that’s the case, then he’s not that slow compared to the kids in our Sega. Hmm. Well, considering his age, he’s quite subtle, just as you said. He’s a genius. But then why did Prince Pal learn it for two weeks?”
An Jeok-un answered with a subtle expression.
“It’s hard to put into words. I guess it’s to increase the level of completion, or to increase the size…”
“Completion? Size?”
“To put it simply, on the last full moon day, the eight lords filled a jar with the wine of condensation.”
“One jar… Wait! Did you just say you filled one jar?”
“Yes.”
“… Surely, wasn’t the magic that was taught to the eight Confuciuses called the magic of condensation?”
“Yes.”
“… … .”
Condensation liquor, as its name suggests, was a liquor that made dew form.
It’s not a magic trick where you pour water like a waterfall to fill a jar.
For a moment, silence fell between the flustered Ahn Hyo-gyun and the expressionless Ahn Jeok-un.
An Jeok-un opened his mouth first.
“That’s why I told you, didn’t I? When it comes to the sense of handling energy, you’re a genius.”
“Huh. Heh heh heh. What an absurd story. Wait a minute! Didn’t you say that the Eight Princes were interested in formations and sorcery?”
“If you keep asking me what I said, it seems like it’s time for you to retire, too.”
Even when his polite nephew asked him indirectly whether he had dementia, Ahn Hyo-gyun just smiled.
“Hahaha! If that much talent rolls into Bagua Jeon, it seems like really interesting things could happen!”
“I think it will be of great help to my research, Lord Jeonju.”
Although they had no idea who they would give rice cakes to, the two of them laughed as they imagined the day when Ilmok would come to find the Bagua Jeon.
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