Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 21



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 21

Side effects (3)

Oh my.

I was so focused on the compliment that I forgot to put down the sword in my hand.

“That, that….”

While I was stuttering for a moment, the face of the executioner, who had seemed so happy, quickly grew cold.

If things continue like this, he might swing his sword and say that I’m making a fool of him.

In the midst of that ominous feeling, I made up an excuse as soon as I could.

“Mom, there was a mosquito!”

“mosquito?”

“Yes. I took up a sword to catch mosquitoes.”

“Catching a mosquito with a sword?”

“Yes, that’s right! It’s for training to cut even the smallest objects or bugs accurately. I heard from my teacher that the third death penalty’s Muyeongsipsasu is so precise that it can even cut a single strand of hair fluttering in the sky accurately, so he told me to follow that example.”

“Hahaha. Did the teacher say something like that?”

“Yes, that’s right, death penalty!”

A smile appears again on the face of the executioner, who had turned cold at my answer.

In the midst of all that was left were the crescent moon-shaped eyes and slightly exposed teeth, which were proof of this.

The moment I let out a sigh of relief at the sight.

Crunch.

Next to my ear, I heard a cool sound.

“… … .”

My body was completely frozen, and when I turned my eyes to the side, I saw a mosquito cut in half on the floor.

“Did you see it well? I have demonstrated one second of the Muyeongsipsasu for you. While recalling this death sword, try to perfect your exquisite swordsmanship.”

Perhaps because his self-esteem had risen, the executioner acted like a great executioner and said that.

but.

‘What, what do you want me to see? I can’t even see it, let alone imitate it.’

Even at this moment, my heart is pounding.

‘It was a good thing I didn’t yell… .’

I realized that thing just now.

At my current level, I can’t even follow the third death penalty’s sword with my eyes, let alone block it.

Thirdly, the moment the executioner decides to kill me, my balls will be cut off without me even knowing that I am dead.

Perhaps, it may have been diluted because of the daily routine that went on and on like a hamster wheel.

In this cult full of lunatics, how many fearsome masters are there who could be called monsters?

As I was internally reflecting on the dim sense of alertness.

“Thanks to you, priest, I had a great time. I will come here often in the future.”

The death penalty said goodbye.

“Oh, you can come anytime. Death sentence.”

Let’s answer that way in order to survive, and the death penalty left his last words, revealing his teeth reflected in the moonlight.

“Okay. It’s late, so I’m going to sleep now.”

Surprisingly, by the time the final ‘Ja-ryeo-mun-a’ was heard, the death penalty was no longer visible in the room.

‘…Fuck. How did you grow up when your heart is still pounding?’

I couldn’t bring myself to say it out loud, thinking that maybe he was that crazy executioner who was still hiding and watching.

* * *

Around lunchtime the next day.

After taking care of some of the major and minor affairs within the Cheonmasin Church in the morning, Cheonma headed to Heukunjeong (黑雲庭) where his third disciple, Seo Wan-pyeong, was staying.

Although the youngest disciple, Ilmok, visited him every day for education, he did not show the same devotion to the other disciples.

Not only was the position of Cheonma not one with much time to spare, but in the case of the first and third children, there was nothing left for Cheonma to teach them.

Since entering the Extreme, I have been able to overcome my limitations only through my own enlightenment.

So, unlike when I met him in person, I only visited him occasionally and had simple conversations.

“I see you, Master.”

“Yes. Was it worth learning about the work of the Shadow Pavilion?”

And as is often the case when older adults talk to younger people, what they consider ‘light conversation’ is usually work-related.

“Has there been any progress in the Muyeongsipsasu?”

Or, maybe a conversation about training or studying.

Whether he was a disciple or a believer of the Cheonmasin religion, he was a benevolent Cheonmasan to those below him who were not non-believers, but he was a helpless old man.

Let’s have a conversation like we always do for a while.

Cheonma tilted his head for a moment and asked while stroking his beard.

“Hmm. Wanpyeong-ah. Did something good happen to you recently?”

As always, Seo Wan-pyeong had a gloomy expression with a dark shadow cast over his face.

Cheonma, who had been in a priestly relationship for over twenty years, could tell.

The fact that Seo Wan-pyeong is feeling pretty good right now.

‘It’s a similar atmosphere to when I was in a good mood before I entered the extreme.’

Negative thoughts have accumulated over a long period of time, and a negative atmosphere has developed on the face itself.

Seo Wan-pyeong was also a disciple who knew how to laugh normally when he was young.

At the sight of the teacher’s keen eye, Seo Wan-pyeong almost blurted out, “As expected!”

‘The Master was watching me! Just like the youngest said.’

My self-esteem, which had been shattered by my always negative way of thinking, has recovered a little.

This was especially true because it was none other than the great Heavenly Horse and Master who was interested in it.

Seo Wan-pyeong, feeling better, tried to talk about the conversation he had with his youngest brother last night, but was able to quickly recall important facts.

‘Yes! That’s what the youngest said. The teacher is strict in front of each student, but praises them behind their backs.’

In that case, there would have been no need to tell the teacher about the conversation I had with the youngest yesterday.

Because it was like he and his youngest son were revealing that they had figured out the Master’s disciplinary methods.

“Ahem. It’s just that, I feel better today, perhaps because the weather is nice. Master.”

“Huh. That’s a very positive sign. Maybe your level of Muyeongsipsasu is about to break through the wall.”

The closer you get to the devil, the more you suffer from negative thoughts and delusions of persecution.

The third disciple, who had mastered the Muyeongsipsasu, was in a good mood just because the weather was nice.

When the teacher burst into laughter in front of him for the first time in a long while, the corners of Seo Wan-pyeong’s mouth kept twitching.

‘The Master is proud of me!’

Seo Wan-pyeong, who felt very good after a long time, thought to himself, “How can I make my teacher feel even better?”

How can I make my teacher more proud of me?

As I was thinking about that, the conversation I had with Ichimoku last night naturally came to mind.

‘Yes! Master said that my Muyeongsipsasu was so excellent that it could even cut very small objects with precision!’

Seo Wan-pyeong smiled, twisting his gloomy lips as he thought of a way to make his teacher feel better.

“Master!”

“Yes. Third.”

Seo Wan-pyeong called out to his teacher in a loud voice, unusual for him, and then his teacher turned his gaze towards him.

Boom!

He immediately pulled out a clump of his own hair.

Then, as I release the grip on the plucked hair, the hair, left to the wind, floats in the air and scatters here and there.

Crunch!

And, Seo Wan-pyeong’s sword, pulled out and returned without any sound or trajectory, made a belated cutting sound.

Before he knew it, the hair that Seo Wan-pyeong had pulled out and scattered had all been split into dozens of pieces and fallen to the floor.

The skill of cutting off all the thin hairs fluttering in the air with great precision. Even the process of the sword being pulled out and put back in was so fast and stealthy that even ordinary people could not see it.

Seo Wan-pyeong, who had shown off his skills as a martial artist with the ultimate power, looked at his teacher with an expression of confidence that was unusual for him.

As if asking him to praise himself.

And Cheonma, who had admired all the tricks performed by the poor third disciple,

“… … .”

He was looking at Seo Wan-pyeong with an expression that said, “Why on earth is this guy suddenly acting like this?”

“… … .”

“… … .”

The teacher and student exchanged awkward glances in silence for a moment.

Boom.

Crunch!

Seo Wan-pyeong, who wondered if the season he had displayed was not enough, pulled out a clump of his hair again, scattered it in the air, and cut it.

How much did it cost to pull out and cut your hair like that, as if you were making a hole in your head?

“Ahem. Ah, that’s really great work.”

Cheonma, who had been watching the madness for a while, muttered in a trembling tone.

“Hahaha. Thank you, Master! I will continue to work hard.”

Seo Wan-pyeong, who finally heard his teacher’s praise, smiled brightly, forgetting even the pain of having his hair pulled out.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll try my best.”

“Yes! I will definitely complete the Muyeong Sipsa Soo and bring back the head of the Murim Leader!”

“Ahem. Okay. I’ll make sure to trust you.”

Cheonma answered Seo Wan-pyeong’s words with a complicated expression, then quickly left Heukunjeong, saying that he had something urgent to do.

‘It seems that rather than breaking down the wall of extreme evil, he has fallen into the state of possession by money.’

It was Cheonma who was worried that the poor third disciple might have gone mad.

‘There’s no choice. I have no choice but to increase the number of escorts for the third person.’

It was not an action to protect the third disciple.

In case the third one goes crazy and runs wild, they were the escorts to subdue the third one.

* * *

After receiving an unexpected night guest, I had a very important worry.

To be exact, the problem that I was just trying to ignore has come back to haunt me again.

‘Something, we need to prepare for.’

It wasn’t a concern about the entrance examination for the Magic Hall.

‘If I don’t, I might end up like that crazy executioner.’

The third death row inmate came a few days ago. Seo Wan-pyeong’s behavior was clearly not normal.

Of course, I wondered how many normal people there were in this group of pseudo-fanatics… .

‘I got so used to it without even realizing it.’

I became aware of myself taking it for granted.

In particular, the side effects of the Talhonmujeonggeom that I was familiar with were, in some ways, similar to those of the third death penalty.

There is a high risk that your self-esteem will be shattered.

It was a story I heard somewhere when I was Seo Ji-hoon. It was a story that among famous and successful artists, businessmen, and film directors, there were many ‘perfectionists.’

And these people said that they are under a lot of stress because they strive for perfection in everything.

Of course, thanks to that perfectionism and stress, they were the ones who created masterpieces or achieved great success in business.

The biggest problem was that we were aiming for perfection that was nearly impossible to achieve.

There was a story that in such cases, perfectionists feel like they are bugs or trash for not achieving their goals.

So, maybe instead of me becoming a perfectionist like a successful businessman, film director, or artist.

Thirdly, there was a high possibility that he would become a crazy person with shattered self-esteem, like a third person.

In order to avoid that kind of situation, we had to prepare something.

How to avoid being one of those crazy people who strive for perfection by aiming for the impossible.

If there’s just a problem.

‘Why am I worrying about this at this late hour of the morning?’

“Haa. I guess I’m just trash, youngest. Since the Master doesn’t trust me, he must have increased the number of guards again.”

At the gloomy voice of the executioner who gave me a sense of alarm, I sighed deeply inwardly and opened my mouth.

“On the contrary, it seems to be because you believe in the death penalty. Didn’t you promise your master that you would kill the leader of the Murim Alliance? Since the death penalty’s martial arts are specialized in assassination, it must have been an arrangement prepared by your master for you to train yourself to infiltrate the Murim Alliance.”

“Indeed! If you can’t even get through the guards of a mere fifteen people, then how can you kill the leader of the Murim Alliance who is hiding in the depths of the forest! How can this be, not understanding the profound intentions of your master and misinterpreting his will? I am truly a wretch.”

He spoke to the executioner, who had started digging the tunnel again.

“What are you talking about? Death penalty! People are naturally quick to notice other people’s business, but dull when it comes to their own. Isn’t that the same thing with love?”

“I’ve never been in a relationship. As expected, it seems like the priest was popular since he was young.”

Damn. Was this a trap too?

“I, I also heard this story somewhere. And each person has their own special talents. If I can understand the inner workings of a person well, then you will be able to see through the inner workings of a person well. Even if I devote myself to cultivation until you are old enough, it will be impossible for me to assassinate the leader.”

“Ha. Now that I hear it, the youngest is right. It’s truly amazing. After talking to the youngest, my mind always feels calm and the evil energy that was digging into my brain seems to have receded. I’ll come visit you often in the future when I’m having a hard time.”

I forced a smile and answered the third death row inmate who spoke as if he believed only in me.

“Hahaha. You’re more than welcome, but could you please come visit me during the day?”

I felt like I was going to pass out from lack of sleep rather than the side effects of the magic.