148 – Friendship Bimuje. (One)

Friendship fee. (One)

Among political factions, there are three most formalized demigods.

The first was the friendship festival of the Yongbong branch held by the Moorim League to cover the most outstanding star.

The second is the New Dragon Festival held by the Murim League.

This is the most representative non-mujaeja in the political faction.

Unlike the annual Yongbong Branch, the period was not set, so it was also an event that many martial artists were waiting for.

Third one… .

‘This isn’t going to open anyway, so let’s move on.’

It was a part that I didn’t really care about because the heavenly horse would appear during the opening period and it would be a mess.

The New Dragon Festival will be held in the next few years… .

‘Although this is a bit ambiguous.’

As a result, neither of them mattered.

The important thing now is that I have to leave the non-muje.

For late exponents, no restrictions for late exponents.

Which star is better?

It can also tell what new stars have appeared.

The justification attached to the surface was something like that.

In reality, it won’t be very clean.

The era of clean political factions has already passed.

“Shanseo-gu is Guyangcheon. three trillion.”

I roughly checked the paper that came out of the box and crumpled it into my bosom.

‘Trijomyeon… . It’ll take a while.’

Even if I did, I was caught in the last group.

If this is the case, what happened to finishing quickly and resting?

I’m sorry-.

When I came out with a lick of my lips, it seemed that the other kids had already pulled out.

As soon as I step outside, Dang So-yeol approaches as if he had been waiting for it.

“Did you pick the old Confucius?”

“Yes.”

“How old are you? I’m out of Izo!”

Fortunately, it seemed that we would not meet soon.

“I am three… Why is he doing that again?”

As I was talking to Dang So-yeol, I saw someone squatting in the corner of the wall expressing melancholy.

It’s Bia Namgoong who doesn’t pay attention to people staring at her and bangs her head against the wall.

why is he doing that again?

Dang So-yeol replied with a shy smile at my words.

“I want to work with my sister… .”

“What’s wrong with that?”

Wouldn’t it be nice if all the pieces were split?

“They said it wouldn’t be fun to fight with us late… .”

“…”

that crazy… . No, you can’t say harsh things.

I wanted to be quiet for a while, but I wonder if there are ghosts with resentment because I can’t fight.

What are you sore about?

I was dumbfounded, so I smiled and approached Namgoongbia.

“… trillions… ?”

Namgoongbia asked if she felt the presence, not raising her head.

Thanks to that, I had to answer while looking at the top of my head.

“Three trillion.”

“… ugh… .”

“Do you hate that?”

He groaned as if he was in pain, so I went over and stroked his hair.

It looks like it trembles when I touch it.

Namgoongbia, who was still, nodded belatedly.

Looking at it, I asked Gu Gu Gu Yeo-yeop, who was watching at me from the side.

“Hey.”

“Yes?”

“How old are you?”

“It’s one thing, one thing.”

“He says he’ll work too.”

“… Not funny.”

Fortunately, one person was attached, so it was a consolation.

Gujeoyeop, who had been still, staggered at Namgungbia’s determined words.

“… sorry.”

Gu Gu Gu Yeop’s face was so shocked that he had no choice but to apologize this time.

Namgoongbia, who had been in a gloomy atmosphere for a while, slowly raised her body.

‘Did you change your mood already?’

Aren’t you too quick to do that?

“it’s okay?”

Namgoongbia nodded.

“… I’ve been thinking.”

The words spoken quietly were quite surprising.

Did he think about it?

Namgoong-Bia’s eyebrows furrowed slightly as if she sensed the intention in my eyes.

‘Anyway, I’m quick to notice again… .’

While looking fierce, it was strangely quick to notice this.

“Tell me what you said, you thought about it.”

“… Wouldn’t it be nice if we won?”

“What?”

“… If we all win, won’t we be able to meet?”

Right now, Namgoongbia was saying that if she beats Bimuje, she might be able to meet her.

Of course it should be.

“You don’t think you’ll lose?”

“… Who?”

Whether it’s you or me or whoever.

Neither Namgoongbia nor herself seemed to have the slightest idea that we would lose.

‘Come to think of it, wasn’t this guy only chasing swordsmen?’

I remember that I was obsessively chasing only soldiers with knives.

For some reason, at some point, it felt like he changed into a strong martial artist rather than a ‘checker’.

Was there a change that I didn’t know about?

I told Namgoongbia.

“I might lose before I meet you.”

Because there are always variables.

Of course, it doesn’t seem like that will happen on this day.

At my words, Namgoongbia looks into my eyes and says.

“You… I can’t lose.”

It is a bold yet firm statement.

He seemed to be spitting lightly, but his words were full of confidence.

“Or are you going to lose?”

It’s a very heavy eye.

I didn’t know what I had done and why I had such faith.

I had no choice but to answer Namgoongbia’s question while slightly averting my gaze.

For some reason, it was difficult to make eye contact.

“no.”

Namgoongbia smiled slightly as if she liked the answer.

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

First, we returned to the barracks.

Anyway, it will take some time for the preliminaries to come out. There was going to be a heavy rain soon for training, so I needed to conserve my stamina.

Not me, of course, but the other kids.

From my point of view, I skipped training yesterday and today, so my body was a bit itchy.

Inside her body, she constantly spins bets and trains her Deep Gong.

Even this was relatively insignificant because it did not involve sitting cross-legged and concentrating.

It was both amazing and terrifying that I, who hated training the most in the world, had gone crazy like this.

“Should I practice at least?”

“Where are you planning to do it?”

It was the voice of Mu-yeon, who was waiting outside the barracks.

“Wouldn’t it be somewhere?”

“Boss, aren’t you going to the non-stage today?”

“I guess.”

I don’t pay much attention to the non-muje schedule, so I don’t know the details.

It’s just a matter of going and fighting when called appropriately.

There won’t be a situation where you ruin your work with useless carelessness.

It was also not a situation to be overly tense before the battle.

“Would you like Muyeon to go up instead of me?”

“hahahaha… . Thank you for your words.”

Well, I didn’t mean to say thank you.

It’s annoying, so I’m asking you to go up and fight instead, but it seemed that they accepted it with a different meaning.

‘Or, do you want to go up on the non-stage?’

Muyeon is also young, and among the people participating in the non-mujeon right now, there are later indexes who are older than Muyeon.

If it was an unmanned man, he would be greedy.

‘I’ll have to try asking later.’

Rather than asking Muyeon for this part. It was something I had to ask Sega about.

Gujeolyeop was also sent, but is there a problem with lead-free?

‘Although it’s not possible since they’re not related by blood.’

He knew that the Gu family had high expectations for Mu-yeon.

I’m blocking them from behind to stealthily take them back to the swordsman.

‘Where are you going to take it?’

In the first place, it felt like a temporary escort, but it was painful to return such a person.

Not bad for high talent.

The biggest variable is that I don’t know who I am in the future.

Muyeon seemed to secretly want to go back to the swordsman.

Not yet.

The desire to go back to the sword college seems to be due to some kind of lingering feeling when I see it.

I had to go and resolve that lingering feeling and make something sure to return to me.

‘Should I rob the house’s storage?’

This was half serious.

There were things in every corner of the house that could help Mu-yeon.

It wasn’t enough to entice Muyeon with something like that.

If it’s unleaded I’ve seen, it probably seems like that.

“Lead free.”

“Yes, Bocchan.”

“What do you want?”

“Yes… ?”

Muyeon, who had been looking straight ahead in front of the barracks, looked back, as if this was an unexpected question.

“No, I was wondering if I needed anything.”

“young master.”

“yes?”

“I don’t think that’s something you would normally say to someone of the same sex… . Perhaps.”

“This bastard… ?”

There was a small mischievous look in Muyeon’s eyes.

Have you become comfortable enough to play pranks like this before you know it?

Somehow, I remembered what I said to Paeng Woo-jin the other day, and I sympathized with him a little.

Still, Paeng Woo-jin is a madman.

“I don’t know why you ask such a thing. I am okay.”

“yes?”

“Yes. Right now, it is difficult just to write the things I have straight.”

I nodded my head at Muyeon’s words.

Again, this twist doesn’t seem to work.

“Bocchan, Bocchan!”

“yes?”

“Do you want to eat dumplings?”

“… When did you get it?”

I was just about to go out anyway.

Wi Seol-ah brought me food as if she had waited to see if she knew that.

“I went to Hyun with Hong and unnie in the morning.”

“ah… . The one you said you were going to look at for fabric?”

“Yeah! I bought it then!”

I received the dumplings, cut them in half, and handed one side to Wi Seol-ah.

Seeing that, Wi Seol-ah hesitated for a moment before accepting it.

It was because I said something the other day because I thought he was intentionally reluctant to eat the food I gave him.

“young master!”

“yes?”

“Can I go out later?”

“Where are you going?”

“Running errands with Hong and her sister!”

It’s an errand, so I don’t think I ordered it.

‘Did something fall?’

Food materials may have run out, but there are still a few days left. Why?

I quietly looked into the eyes of Wi Seol-ah.

As always, I was just dazzled.

“Go. Do what I tell you to do.”

“yes! Write cotton thread! Listen carefully to Hongwa-sister!”

“What about the other one?”

“If you don’t have an escort, take your older brother with you!”

“Yes… !?”

“that’s right. I remember it well.”

In the middle, Mu-yeon interrupted as if he was saying something, but he ignored it.

“Have a good trip.”

Now, as she strokes her hair like a habit, Wi Seol-ah laughs and shouts.

“Yeah! I’ll work hard! Do you have to win all of them, too? I will cheer you on!”

What are you working hard on?

It sounds like you’re working hard enough.

‘Only this much.’

In any case, the child of Weiss will not grow up normally.

If you hold on to this kind of life for a long time, you won’t have many years left.

Even more so than memories for Wiseol-ah.

Because it was more like a selfish situation created for me.

‘Will you resent me later?’

Contrary to worry, there will be no resentment against me.

Because I’m the only one who remembers the story of my past life.

It didn’t matter if I became resentful. Even if that happens, nothing will change.

“Yes, I will work hard too.”

After I finished speaking, I stood up.

A murmur is heard outside the barracks.

It seemed that something he had been waiting for came up.

Immediately, he pinched the cheek of Namgoongbia, who was sleeping again from behind, woke him up and dragged him out.

When I came out and approached the place where people were gathered, I saw several people’s names written on a large wooden board.

“Old Confucius.”

Just like before, Dang So-yeol finds me and approaches me. It must have been there first.

“The match came out sooner than I thought.”

I nodded my head at Dang So-yeol’s words and kept my gaze elsewhere.

‘Tree… Mysterious Secret Island’

It seems to be my opponent, but it was a name I did not know.

Seeing as I don’t remember the name of the munpa, it doesn’t seem like a particularly great person.

‘… Well.’

The important thing wasn’t this.

I moved my gaze to the side and checked the other party’s matchup as well.

Others seemed to have nothing to worry about.

If it was written there, everyone seemed to be able to meet in the finals without much trouble.

‘It’s hard not to overlap this much, but did I use the number in the blind?’

It’s like the fact that all the blood relatives of the four generations were torn apart without overlapping.

The guys with backgrounds with names in their own way were also torn apart.

‘Actually, the parties don’t seem to be interested.’

Meng did this kind of thing more than once or twice, so it wasn’t a big surprise.

All the expectations placed on the midfield political faction were all burnt out, not even as much as embers remained.

but.

There was just one thing that made me frown unknowingly.

transposition.

-Jang Seon-yeon of Taeryeong Jangga, the great Tang So-yeol of Sacheon Dangmun.

As soon as I saw the words written in the middle of the day.

My expression twisted terribly.