127 – Where did it go? (One)

where did you go (One)

Meal time was fortunately peaceful.

Although he was beaten by Gu Ryeong-hwa, he managed to endure it.

I was able to quickly explain the poison that Dang So-yeol gave me as a gift.

Of course, even if he explained it, he couldn’t avoid the swordsman giving an ambiguous smile.

As if it was right that Dang So-yeol respected the swordsman, he spoke of each and every achievement of the swordsman.

He even succeeded in making the swordsman’s ears turn red by reciting famous famous lines that the swordsman had uttered.

‘My plum will not be defeated by the wicked! rani… . Swordsman was also a person full of romance.’

Thanks to that, I couldn’t help but feel my hands and feet shrink, but it was a good time to see the rare swordsman panicking.

The meal was over quickly.

Even after the sword, it seemed that Dang So-yeol was not offended, and he accepted the story well.

However, Gu Ryeong-hwa’s eyes staring at Dang So-yeol were quite fierce.

[He had a face like a gentle puppy, but when the child gets angry, he turns into a wolf.]

‘Are you saying that I am a praying mantis and that child is a wolf? This is a bit discriminatory.’

[Looking at you talking nonsense, it looks like you ate your conscience while eating… .]

Is it because it feels like the teacher has been taken away? It felt like the two of them had become quite distant.

After finishing the meal and drinking tea, I finished my seat.

Dang Xiaoyeol seemed to want to stay longer in many ways, but it seemed impossible for a long time due to the poor state of the sword.

What can I say, I feel a little tired after the sword.

Not only me, but of course Guryeonghwa knew about it, and I was trying to get it little by little.

In the meantime, I looked at Namgungbia, who was eating her meal alone.

Wi Seol-ah is already chattering by the side, but it seems that her soul is still out.

“Are you feeling better?”

He asked the swordsman who was about to return after finishing the meeting.

“As you can see, I feel healthier than before thanks to you.”

From what I can see, Geomhu seems to have regained a lot of health, but… .

“What are you doing?”

The look wasn’t very good. At my question, Geomhu seemed a bit surprised.

The response was to ask how did you know, so I kindly added an explanation.

“You’re looking pretty bad right now.”

“… It looks like it’s showing off a lot.”

“Yes.”

Could it be that he was trying to hide it? If that’s the case, the swordsman was someone who shouldn’t lie.

What are you going to hide when you look like that?

“Your brother is very worried.”

“… this.”

Gu Ryeong-hwa was restless in the back and only looked at her teacher.

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Knowing that, Geomhu laughs shyly.

“I tried not to worry, but it’s already too late.”

“Are you having any problems?”

It doesn’t seem to be a physical problem, but has something happened recently?

“Okay. This, too, will all flow naturally.”

Geomhu, who was silent as if avoiding an answer, thanked me and approached Gu Ryeong-hwa.

As Geomhu stroked her hair, Gu Ryeong-hwa smiled.

It was like a wolf back to a squirrel again.

“there… . Old Confucius.”

I turned my head at the voice I heard next to me.

“It was so nice to have a meal together today… !”

“You mean it was nice to eat with Swordswoman instead of me?”

“uh… uh… It’s not… ! It’s not like that, though.”

As if embarrassed by my pun, I laughed a little because it was a little funny.

Seeing this, Dang So-yeol paused slightly and asked me.

“Are you laughing now?”

“Yes?”

“Confucius, aren’t you laughing at me right now?”

“no… . Yes, if you are offended.”

“no! Not bad!”

Having said that, Dang Soyeol smiled broadly. It was such a benign smile that I hesitated without realizing it.

It must have been because it was a smile I had seen somewhere. It resembles the laughter of poisonous rain.

I’d like to think it’s the same person, but the weight of the smile she used to make was different.

It wasn’t Dok-bi’s deep, heavy, tired smile, but it was more like a smile that seemed to be made purely out of joy.

[Do you regret it?]

‘What are you talking about all of a sudden?’

While answering Noya’s words in a playful way, I felt a little tired because I thought I knew what Noya meant by the question.

[I think so.]

‘I have no regrets.’

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Killing poison rain with my own hands? that was what had to be done

Not for me, but for her.

It had to be then.

“Can you call me next time?”

I nodded my head at Dang So-yeol’s question.

I hesitated a bit, but Dang So-yeol smiled as if it didn’t matter.

“The two of you… . Can’t you?”

“ah… .”

“sorry! I guess I was too excited to get ahead. It’s okay if you don’t answer… !”

After shouting, he puts something in my hand and runs like crazy.

He had a small gourd in his hand. When I shake it, it sounds like it has something in it.

“…what kind of Germany is this?”

Now I was absolutely certain that it was poison. I think I was poisoned before we broke up last time.

The problem is that I don’t know what it was given for.

For once, I put it in my arms. you can ask next time

After sending all the people away, I asked a servant to clean up the room, and then I walked outside for a while.

The promenade of Kuga is not very beautiful. At least, when my mother was around, I think she took care of it diligently.

Until now, I hadn’t touched it.

“Boss, what kind of flower is this?”

Wi Seol-ah, who I was walking with, asks me.

It’s a pretty white flower, but I don’t know the name.

“Baekyuhwa (白幼花).”

Bia Namgoong, who was following behind, whispered.

“What, do you know the name of the flower?”

It was quite surprising.

To think that Namgoongbia and no one else knew the name of the flower. Namgoongbia keeps her eyes on the flower Wiseolah is looking at and continues her conversation.

“It’s my mother’s favorite flower.”

After saying that, she walks over to the flower and gently sits down.

“… It bloomed here too.”

He carefully touched the flower and asked me.

“this… I can take… ?”

“What are you taking it for, to raise it?”

“yes… .”

It’s not a big deal, and it’s not difficult to give a flower, so I said yes.

Bia Namgung pulls out a white oil flower and puts it on Wi Seol-ah’s head.

“Yes?”

When Wi Seol-ah reacted as if asking what this was, Namgung-bia said while stroking Wi Seol-ah’s hair.

“beautiful… . My mom used to do this often.”

Wi Seol-ah smiled broadly, and Namgung-bia followed suit with a slight smile.

[…] It seems to shine because pretty things are attached to it.]

‘Suddenly, you’re the main manager.’

[Crunch… .]

After stroking Wi Seol-ah for a while, I carefully lift the other Baek Yu-hwa like soil so as not to damage the roots.

Namgoongbia’s white hands were dirty with dirt, but she didn’t seem to care.

“Looks like you’re okay now.”

I asked, remembering how I acted sensitively with a reddened face earlier.

“… yes.”

Namgoongbia nodded slightly. My ears were still slightly red, was it because the autumn wind was cold, or was it because of the effects of earlier?

“I’m fine now… maybe.”

I was too shy to hear the whispering voice in the wind.

“… I know that… ?”

Namgoongbia asked.

“What.”

“The child… . It doesn’t happen just by holding hands.”

“What?”

“… Just like that.”

what are you saying all of a sudden

Having said that, he walked forward. Is it because of my mood that I seem to be walking a little faster?

“It’s cold, Bocchan. Go quickly!”

While I was still bruising, Wi Seol-ah grabbed my hand and dragged me away.

By the way, since this day, Bia Namgoong hasn’t taken a nap in my room for a while.

******************

A day later, I visited Namgoongjin.

Because it was the schedule I had promised, I went there as soon as I finished my morning training.

Sure enough, Namgung-jin was wielding his sword in the training hall prepared in the outbuilding like last time.

The reason why the surroundings are somewhat empty is that Namgung’s warrior is still in treatment.

“I’ve set up a conversation with the Japanese elder.”

Namgung-jin, who swung his sword to the fullest, said. He seemed to be telling me about something I asked him to do the other day.

“Perhaps it will be tonight.”

“All right.”

I didn’t ask for anything out of the ordinary.

Just in moderation, if Iljangro seems to want something, please give me the feeling that he is trying to listen.

“Can you not go back to Sega?”

“There are things more important than Sega’s work, so it’s okay.”

“… Well. All right.”

Originally, I would have finished the engagement ceremony schedule and returned to Sega with Namgoongbia.

I was caught on this side and couldn’t go.

‘It’s not exactly where I’m going.’

What is that guy’s sword… .

[That bastard’s sword, you bastard! The one who knows better than anyone about the greed of a warrior… . Eh tsk.]

Thunderstorm Sword The cornerstone of the evolved sword that Namgungmyeong left behind. In any case, it was very strange.

why wouldn’t it have continued? Why did Namgung forget his sword?

It was strange to see that even with a degenerate sword, he was reigning as the number one swordsmith, but he couldn’t help but have doubts.

“Are you done now?”

“Yes.”

After waiting for several days, Namgungjin also began to urge himself.

After all, it is not possible to just go beyond the yard that has been hit by the ban.

“I want you to follow what I said.”

“… Don’t worry.”

We talked about many things, but there was one thing that I bet the most.

when you realize about this.

Give a lesson to Namgoongbia as well.

Namgung-jin did not show a very good reaction to this part.

What would be so inconvenient about teaching blood relatives about enlightenment?

In the end, after I continued to argue, I came to an agreement to teach only to ‘Bia Namgung’.

Isn’t it funny?

In the first place, I was not interested in what would happen to the others, and I only wanted to teach Namgoongbia.

Namgung-jin made a condition that he would not teach Goo Tae-yeo directly to other blood relatives.

Why, why did you put such a condition?

There are many thoughts about Namgung-jin’s intentions, but the most likely prediction is that he wants to solidify his particle as the family head.

To know how to do something you can’t write or don’t know how to write.

Even if it is a family sword and a more advanced one is used by the head of the household, not by anyone else, maybe he was thinking about the value of it.

‘For such a thing to draw a line to one’s bloodline.’

I wrote it as a teaching, but it was definitely close to a transaction.

Above all, it didn’t matter because it was something I could convey to Namgoongbia.

And the more I looked at this part, the more I wanted to find out why Namgoongbia made that choice.

It wasn’t because she was the swordswoman, but when she saw Namgoongbia now, she wasn’t the type to act like that.

“I will tell you two lines.”

didn’t pick up the sword.

Noya said he couldn’t do it for a while after the last possession. I mean it’s dangerous.

Even so, I couldn’t show Namgoong-jin the moves by holding up a sword that I didn’t even become.

Noya said it would be enough just to say the word.

[The sword of Namgung, the stem is broken.]

‘Stem.’

[Yes, the stem that connects one expression to another, and it is also very finely cut and cannot be properly grasped.]

‘Are you saying that such things can only be connected with words?’

[I don’t know, because Myeong is just conveying what he said.]

‘No, what irresponsible words… ?’

[Thousand and One Swords of Thunder are filled with his enlightenment. If Namgung’s child doesn’t realize anything after hearing this, that’s it.]

‘What should I do if I don’t realize anything like that and argue with me?’

[You have to run and hide behind your father’s back.

‘… Damn it.’

At this age, tell your father to run away with something like that?

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No… . Actually, this life is still young, but I have a conscience.

[Didn’t you have a conscience in the first place, where is the face you have to save now?]

‘…’

When I took a deep breath, Namgung-jin had already opened his ears with sparkling eyes.

It is very burdensome to see a man of my father’s age sending such bright eyes.

All I do is deliver the words of Shin Noya that I hear in my ears with my mouth.

“It is like the black waves of Namgung. I live my whole life with lightning, but if you ask me, it’s more like a wave.”

Enlightenment is inherently abstract.

It would be even more so for a swordsman who aims to equate the body and the sword, to unify the body and sword.

It was an area that excellent swordsmen, including Wi Seol-ah, as well as past demon swordsmen could have reached.

Mutuga also has areas called similar words, but the feeling is different.

As I said before, I just pushed Noya’s mouth and spit out the words.

Sometimes it’s just to reach out your hand and follow the action instructions that you don’t know why.

“… Since I’m dealing with brain ki, I have to focus on quick swords and quick swords, but… .”

However, it may not be completely abstract, but fragmentary information comes and goes about problems with the wrist or what to do with the feet in Namgung’s sword path.

Remarks related to movement are added personally by Shin Noya.

the problem is.

‘It seems to be helpful.’

Whether it’s waves, lightning, trees, or forests, it’s pointless to listen to those who don’t know Namgung’s sword.

I don’t know the experience and meaning he must have gained from wielding the sword.

I don’t know how that abstract and ambiguous story helps him.

The explanation was not over, but Namgung-jin’s gaze changed.

he slowly closes his eyes

did i get something

That being said, I didn’t feel anything that could be called enlightenment.

[Looks like he’s half a penny and not a mojiri.]

‘I don’t know if I can do this.’

[I didn’t tell you everything considering your position. Namgung’s child won’t be able to get much.]

I understood Noya’s desire to somehow connect the sword of a close friend, so I also passed on without strongly denying it.

The silence was brief.

Namgung-jin opened his closed eyes. Swing your sword straight away.

Hiss! shhh!

The sword that followed didn’t seem to have changed much from before. Something had changed just fine.

[Looks like you succeeded in putting your feet on it.]

Noya added, but I didn’t notice a big difference.

However, it was clear that something had changed. This part is important.

Namgung-jin, who had been wielding only a sword for about half an hour, stopped and whispered quietly.

“… Thank you.”

The soldier who must have touched the hwagyeong was sweating profusely. between half angles only.

“Did you get something?”

“barely… . very little”

Namgung-jin continued, saying that it would take a very long time to feel this.

“I don’t know if I should throw away everything I’m accustomed to… .”

It meant that we had to change the movements we had been accustomed to for decades.

Even so, did he really want to train this, and he wouldn’t have enough time to solidify his position as the family head.

[Can’t you see? Already fascinated.]

Looking at Namgoongjin’s eyes at Noya’s words, they were filled with heat.

[It’s small, but it’s definitely different. If you know the difference, you will know for yourself how different it will be in the end, so it’s already too late to back down.]

‘How come all the people who use knives aren’t normal people.’

[…] That’s martial discrimination, you rotten bastard.]

‘He’s angry because he’s afraid someone isn’t a swordsman.’

The realm has not changed, and there is no change in the bet.

I simply noticed a slight difference in how to swing the sword.

He said it would take at least a few years before he could use it.

If so, could this be poison? It seemed to me.

In the meantime, I checked again the traces of demonism left on Namgung-jin’s body.

Because you don’t know if you’ve got something to get and you’ll change your mind.

“Please do not forget your promise.”

Namgung-jin, whose heat has not cooled down, nods slightly.

It was full of signs of wanting to swing the sword even more.

After confirming the ban one more time, I closed the door and left.

It wasn’t something that would end just by telling me a little bit about this, and it was a story about facing each other a few more times.

Will this process help Namgoongbia’s life?

Even if it doesn’t help a lot, wouldn’t it make a little difference.

Such futile expectations suddenly passed by.

“By the way… . Noya.”

[Why is that?.]

“You know the stories I told the Namgung family head earlier?”

It’s not a story directly tied to the action, but abstract parts.

I’ve heard that part before.

“… Are the words left by Thunder Sword correct?”

[Yes, the story the unlucky guy left behind is correct. I was talking like crazy about my sword.]

I thought it was an exaggeration, but what kind of crazy person could have gone through such a realization.

The important thing was whether those remarks were really the words left by Thunder Sword.

[But why are you asking that?]

“no. I just asked.”

The reason I asked was not different.

It seems that the demon swordswoman in the previous life also said the same thing. Even without a single misspelling, the same story.

When was it, it was probably around the time I was asking about the date of the new sword reunion.

At that time, the Demon Swordsman used to say that he had learned that way.

– said… .

-… You can’t even hear what he’s saying.

I couldn’t understand a single thing because it was such a stupid story, so I asked back.

Namgung’s sword that Shin Noya showed was clearly similar to the one wielded by Demon Swordsman.

However, Namgung’s current sword is not like that.

Namgung’s current best master, Cheonjon, did not know, but Namgungjin did not know how to use the sword.

Not to mention, it seems that he doesn’t even know the problem with Namgung’s sword.

If so, who did the Demon Sword Master learn the sword from?

If not Namgoong-jin now, to whom?

I just thought that the talent of the Demon Swordsman was so high that I could overcome the chronic problem alone and redefine the sword path.

Looking at it now, I felt a sense of alienation.

Is this also a coincidence?

For some reason, I just thought it might not be me.

******************

The place he headed straight to was the annex where Namgoongbia was located.

Most of the soldiers of the Namgung family were bedridden, so it was half of the soldiers of the Gu family who were guarding the annex.

Paradoxically, that is.

I went to the entrance of the annex and tried to send a message to the attendant waiting in front of me.

I opened the door from the other side and Bia Namgoong burst out.

“… I’m here… ?”

“How did you know?”

Were you even looking out the window?

For that matter, he must have been asleep at least, but his expression looked slightly more fierce than usual.

“Were you sleeping?”

“no… .”

I didn’t come with a purpose, I came because I was worried about how bad I looked yesterday.

“rice is.”

“… I didn’t eat.”

“Then let’s eat together later.”

“yes… .”

The ornament I gave her was still serving to tie Namgoongbia’s hair.

Are you doing it normally?

Thinking like that, I couldn’t help but feel a little proud that didn’t fit the subject.

“The body.”

“… it’s okay… .”

“Then can I touch your forehead?”

Remembering the last time I avoided it, I asked first this time.

[To ask that stupidly… .]

‘Noah… .’

[What, why.]

‘no.’

[this… this… !]

I didn’t say anything, but Shin Noya was furious.

I really didn’t say anything.

Asking for permission, Namgoongbia hesitates and takes a step back.

Did you dislike it?

“If you don’t like it, I won’t ask anymore… .”

“… Do it… .”

Namgoongbia said in a slightly trembling voice. Is this really that hard?

In any case, he gave permission, so he strode over and put his hand on Namgoongbia’s forehead.

“… Are you feeling unwell?”

The forehead was hot.

The forehead, which seemed to be warm just by touching it, gradually grew warmer.

There was something really wrong with this level of heat. To think that a soldier who should have reached a first-class level suddenly became so hot.

I’m going to drag it right away and take it to God.

Something touches the hand on Namgoongbia’s forehead.

It was none other than Namgoongbia’s hand.

“it’s okay… . I’m really fine now… .”

Saying that, he took my hand and put it down.

Naturally, Namgoongbia and I were able to hold hands and walk.

I didn’t ask what you were doing. To say that, Namgoongbia’s pure white face had turned red.

‘I didn’t feel ashamed of things like this until recently.’

Did I really eat something wrong somewhere? Namgoongbia says as the wind cools her face.

“rice… I want to go eat.”

“Where is your room?”

“Oh no, my room… .”

Namgoongbia’s voice was much louder than usual, as if she was really taken aback.

What the heck, he infiltrates my room casually and pushes me away at times like this.

I was curious to see if there was something hidden in the room, but I had a hunch that Namgoongbia would be really angry if I did that.

Namgoongbia is angry… ?

‘I’m curious about that too.’

It was like I had never seen it before.

Namgoongbia hurriedly dragged me along as if she had noticed my inner thoughts.

I walked as if half-accompanied, holding hands.

In the meantime, I had no intention of shaking off the hand I was holding.

Noya seemed to be swearing for a moment, but he didn’t listen.

I was caught obediently and walked on the road.

I found out about it later through an attendant.

I heard that some of the bedding that should have been in my room are missing.

The attendant was crying because it seemed to be worth a bit, but after a while, the attendant went to work as if nothing had happened.

Rather, it seemed that there was something pleasant, even the flowers of laughter were blooming.

It didn’t matter if I lost it because it was old and used for a long time.

Where the hell did that go?