32 – endure only three times. (2)

Hold on three times (2)

Dang So-yeol was different from what he liked since he was young.

When the children of Sega chased dogs and cats, they chased snakes and other reptiles.

After that, they chased beasts of the category such as wolves or tigers.

A snarling charm with fierce, torn eyes. The energy of a predator radiating in front of a weak animal could not have been so cool.

That’s why, in the past, when talk of engagement with the Namgung family came and went, he gnashed his teeth and protested.

Dang Soyeol did not like Namgung Tianjun.

Even if everyone else says that you are handsome or that you are the best in the world.

‘It looks like a parasitic brother.’

I feel it every time I see it.

I didn’t like the mysterious and shady feeling that I felt because I wasn’t dazzled by Namgung Cheonjun’s appearance.

he’s weird

I feel a sense of difference in the way they treat me kindly.

I couldn’t figure out why the other female late Ji Soo died while watching Namgung Cheon-Jun.

On the other hand, Namgoongbia is a good person.

She doesn’t talk much and doesn’t show on her face, but you can feel her sincerity in her caring behavior, and she’s an older sister who accepts everything even if she’s sometimes harsh.

Dang So-yeol likes Namgoong-bia, who accepts his uglier parts as if it were nothing.

I was really moved when Bia Namgoong kept her promise to come to the next party meeting.

Looking at Namgung Cheonjun, who said he was following him, he wondered why he had followed him again.

In the place where Bia Namgung goes, Cheonjun Namgung is there.

Why?

From my own perspective, I don’t think Bia Namgoong likes Cheonjun Namgoong that much.

She was so expressionless, so I couldn’t really tell. It didn’t seem like something worth asking.

“That’s right, nerd.”

-purr.

It was a huge wolf with a black mane, a mountain wolf that Dang Soyeol was raising.

How can this ferocious face be so cute? Dang Xiaoyeol stroked the dangrang gently.

“… Phew, cute guy, I wish all the men in the world were like you.”

Dang So-yeol had hoped that would be the case, but he knew it couldn’t be.

Just looking at Namgung Cheonjun, Moyongga’s bastard, or Paengga’s Paeng Woojin, they were beautiful men with soft lines.

How can all three of them be so like a parasitic brother?

Even Namgung and Moyong’s sons-in-law, for some reason, felt uncomfortable.

‘… Peng Woo-jin’s older brother is just a strange person.’

My head hurt a little thinking about the things I had to do with Dangju Station.

I wonder if I became close with Paeng Ah-hee as soon as I first met him. Such was the sympathy of the younger sisters who had an older brother with a strange personality.

I think the last time we met was right after Paeng Ah-hee broke off her engagement.

You said you were engaged to someone, but I don’t think I’ve heard much about that.

I remember saying that he was just a bitch, and that it was rather fortunate that they broke up.

“… Where can I find a nice guy?”

Dang So-yeol, the poison of the Tang Dynasty, was an adolescence hungry for love.

That night.

Dang Soyeol was walking along Namgungbia and the lake.

The lotus lake, which is said to be a work of art by Tang Mun, is a place that cannot be entered without the permission and companionship of blood relatives.

Even though the floating lotuses in the lake looked ordinary, they were all spirit plants.

The same goes for the lake it floats on, and so do the fish that live there.

According to Dangjuyeok, it was evaluated as a luxury product that the artisans of the old Tangmun worked tirelessly for nothing.

Dang So-yeol honestly agreed with this.

It’s pretty, it’s incredibly pretty… . Other than that, nothing else… .

As they walked slowly through the night, Dang Soyeol asked Namgoongbia.

“Via unnie, was the way back okay?”

“… Yeah, I’m a bit lost, but… .”

“… You got lost again.”

Namgoongbia was so strangely gilded.

Even if you go fine, you keep going the other way alone. Dang So-Yeol thought that perhaps the seemingly blind personality was to some extent the cause.

“Still, how did you come here… . I was anxious.”

“I had a companion.”

“Companion?”

“yes.”

Are you referring to the other generations who came with Namgung family today?

I think I was told to say goodbye. It’s a place I honestly don’t know.

All I know is that Hohyeop, who is famous for being a superman, is the family head.

The fact that Geombong is a blood relative there, and that it is the best in Shanxi.

Perhaps it was because Sega rarely had external schedules, Dang So-yeol knew very little.

It was also unusual that a blood relative from the old family came to this party meeting.

It’s Dangju Station. So Ga-joo, don’t you know?

“Are you talking about that old place?”

“that’s right… .”

Somehow, Dang So-yeol had the illusion that Namgoong-bia was smiling slightly.

I’ve never seen Namgoongbia smile.

I walked a little further in the night breeze.

Rather than Dang So-yeol’s position, it seemed that Namgung-bia did not want to go back.

I walked and stopped.

It was because it felt popular.

“… It’s not your brother’s presence.”

Two signs.

His face was hard to see in the shadows, but at least he was not from the Tang family.

“who are you.”

Dang So-yeol asked.

He seems startled by his voice.

It doesn’t seem like an intruder or an enemy, so it’s probably that the guest who came to Sega entered the wrong house.

“This is a place where foreigners are not allowed to enter.”

Slowly, the moonlight shone and revealed the faces of those who were piled up in the shadows.

Dang Xiaoyeol looked at them, especially the boy’s face, and his breath stopped for a moment.

No, maybe time has stopped.

thud! thud!

I feel my heart beating like it’s going to explode in real time.

He is a boy with jet-black hair, slightly frowning eyes, and distorted eyebrows that he doesn’t like, creating a ferocious atmosphere.

“Dae, if you don’t want to answer someone… .”

My voice is trembling, I stuttered a little. Could it be obvious? Dang So-yeol didn’t know why he was anxious about this.

Bia Namgoong, who was quietly by her side, spoke into her ear about the boy.

A person from the old family.

– It’s a verse.

said the boy.

Gujeolyeop… . The name sounds cool.

Oh, this is not it. what was i saying

what does he say and what do i say

I don’t remember.

I wish my heart that was beating like crazy would stay still.

Dang So-yeol realized that he was in trouble.

This is not good. I felt like I had to evacuate quickly.

The boy eventually turned around and left, and Dang So-yeol spent the night pretending to be calm.

I couldn’t even sleep.

The next day, Dangju Station said that he had gathered only the late exponents who had come to the party before the party to make a meal.

I couldn’t sleep, so my body, which had been awake, started to live on its own at the sound.

‘… Please come to your senses.’

I spoke to the heart, but Dang Soyeol’s heart started beating again, as if he couldn’t hear it.

what if it comes

What if you don’t come?

Even if you think about it, it was an absurdly contradictory idea.

Eventually, the boy from yesterday comes in.

I don’t know why, but I was shoulder to shoulder with Namgung Cheonjun.

Were you two friends? It’s not that kind of atmosphere.

The meal started right away, but the sugar fever made it impossible to tell whether the rice went through the nose or into the mouth.

All eyes were on the boy.

‘My eyes are torn. how… . cool.’

‘I guess I can’t eat spicy food, it’s cool.’

‘Oh cough. cute.’

I was thinking like that, and when I noticed, I was sitting next to him before I knew it.

‘I must be crazy… . What is this power of action?’

His self-indulgent action was excellent, but apart from that, his shrunken voice was a problem.

Dang So-yeol looked like he was going crazy with a frown on his face, as if he couldn’t understand it properly.

An attendant once said that when people are too nice, he trembles, and he seemed to understand what he meant.

I guess I should ask something.

what should i ask… ?

Do you have a favorite poison… ? I play some daggers, so would you like to practice daggers with me… ?

‘…I don’t think this is it.’

Your favorite foods? Okay, let’s ask a bit of a cliché.

“Old Confucius… Do you like… .”

“Brother Tang, is the training ground down there?”

The words that Dang So-yeol had uttered with the highest level of courage in his life were blocked by the words of Namgung Cheon-jun.

“Dang Sojeo, what do you say?”

The boy asked Dang So-yeol back with a kind heart, but Dang So-yeol could not repeat the words that had already been broken.

He just promised himself that someday he would poison the tea Namgung Cheonjun would drink.

That ignorant guy continued to interfere even after he came down to the training ground.

Wasn’t Namgung Cheonjun asking the boy to fight?

Dang Suyeol unknowingly protested at that absurd statement.

“No!”

what’s wrong

Age difference, difference in level in non-mu, if you have to, you can give reasons like that.

‘Face… . What if I get hurt!’

Dangsoyeol was the problem.

What are you going to do if you get a scratch on that precious face?

If you get hurt on a face full of wildness that anyone would look down on.

It seemed that Dang So-yeol would do something mean to Namgung Cheon-jun.

However, despite the dissuade from the heat of the party. The boy accepted Namgung Cheonjun’s dance.

Namgung Cheonjun does not use inner energy or use one leg.

Nevertheless, it is a thunder dragon.

Even if Dang So-yeol was called a poison stick, it was questionable whether he could even touch the hem of Namgung Cheon-jun’s clothes without using his inner strength.

As much as that, Namgung Cheonjun’s position among the late exponents was high.

Wouldn’t it be possible to deal with the brain dragon only with the sword stick of the Gu family, which is the most late index?

In such a situation, Dang So-yeol had no choice but to watch with anxious eyes.

Should I intervene if I think I’ll get hurt? in what relationship

‘Yeah, to what extent am I?’

Not knowing what to do, I looked at Bia Namgoong next to me.

“sister… ?”

Namgoongbia had the same expression as before, holding the handle of the sword with one hand.

Wasn’t it, it looked a little different than usual. It also seems to be breathing a little faster.

Are you watching your brother’s dance?

For that reason, it seemed that the eyes were not on Namgung Chunjun.

“… !”

Namgoongbia’s eyes widen momentarily. Wanting to know what’s going on, I immediately turned my gaze to the non-stage.

“uh… ?”

Dang So-yeol could not understand what the scene he was seeing was.

A wooden sword rolling on the ground, and Namgung Cheonjun sitting down and holding onto his wrist.

And the boy looking down at Namgung Cheonjun with languid eyes.

I can not know.

but it’s exciting

Dang So-yeol involuntarily exhaled a hot breath at the sensation of a tingle running down his spine.

The appearance of a predator that I so longed for in my dreams.

How about being weak, your face is so outstanding.

Dang So-yeol’s thoughts that had been thinking that way were overturned.

The boy showed Namgung Chunjun and said.

“Aren’t you going to pick it up?”

The way he said that and took a step toward Namgung Cheonjun.

Dang So-yeol finally sat down.

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It is an incomprehensible situation.

Namgoong Chunjun thought so.

Why did I miss the sword… ?

I was thinking of hitting the shoulder and then the leg.

How am I supposed to harass that thing? There was only time left to worry about.

But why did I miss the wooden sword?

My arm is itchy.

Before I knew it, my wrists were burning red.

You hit your wrist in that brief moment? But why couldn’t I see myself?

“It is very strange.”

Namgung Cheonjun raised his head at the voice.

The man who had come closer was looking down at him.

“Geniuses always have random thoughts during sparring. If it had been in real life, I would have died three times already. i know?”

Namgung Cheonjun, who was about to answer that, hurriedly moved his body.

It was because the boy swung his arm.

I managed to avoid it, but I couldn’t bear to avoid the next attack because of my collapsed posture.

Namgung Cheonjun, who had been rolled a couple of times by the kicking chest, let out a scream mixed with breath.

“Ouch… .”

As I was struggling with pain, a wooden sword fell in front of me.

“Eat it quickly, they said it was a map dish.”

The boy spoke and clapped his hands.

“Ah, am I teaching you? If that’s the case, I’m a bit unsure.”

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A harsh voice came from Namgung Cheonjun’s mouth at the provocation that he had walked on with a bright expression on his face.

Then, Namgung Cheonjun grabbed the wooden sword and stood up.

“… careless… .”

“You’re not going to say that you were careless, are you? There is no excuse as ugly as that for a warrior.”

At the boy’s words, Namgung Cheonjun closed his mouth.

It was because he thought it was an ugly word.

I just sat quietly.

‘… He must have been at least one.’

I looked too shallow.

I should have thought that Geombong’s younger brother would have something.

Namgung Tianjun took a half step and drew his sword in a straight line.

It was to do it right.

Then, as if drawing a semicircle, a little slower, stabbing and slashing, recovering the sword, and again one sword, two swords.

It is a footwork that has been practiced for years to give strength to the path of the sword.

Thanks to that, I was able to mix a solidity that is more than enough to spread herbivores.

This will be the short sword that Namgung is proud of, and it will be sharp in proportion.

The best sword in the world.

It is currently the name Geomson has, but Namgung Cheonjun was confident that he would inherit that name in the future.

In terms of swordsmanship, even his father, the head of the household, said that Namgung Cheonjun was more talented than himself.

So it will definitely be like that.

because he is a genius

But why

‘Why didn’t I reach you… !’

how much did you swing? How many times is this?

His sword is obviously fast.

There is no gap in herbivore, and there is no break in connection.

The stem of his breath, which must have been damaged by anger, was regained as he swung his sword.

That there was no reason for him to lose to him.

But why??

Can you move your sword as if you know where and how to swing it?

The boy narrowly avoided Namgung Cheonjun’s sword.

The collar brushes and the hair brushes.

But it didn’t fit.

Breathing is not disturbed either.

Since you are dodging with very minimal movement, you should have plenty of energy.

This was impossible unless Namgung’s sword was faster than himself.

Then what is the answer?

‘That bastard… . Are you stronger than me?’

The circuit of thoughts is twisted by the pride and self-esteem that has begun to collapse.

…I want to kill.

That guy who gets the attention of his beautiful sister.

That guy who casually dodged his sword.

want to kill

As the uncontrollable spirit of life is contained, Danjeon’s internal energy is surrounded by the sword.

To the point of being very subtle.

Namgung Cheonjun swung the sword at the boy’s head, using the strength of his lower body as a base.

– Bahah!

Before the sword could reach, the fist hit Namgung Tianjun’s face.

“Keep it off!”

Namgung Cheonjun staggered and sat down.

Then he slapped Namgung Cheonjun on the cheek.

match! Namgung Tianjun collapsed with a sharp sound.

“This f*cking bastard.”

boy… Yangcheon Gu shouted as she approached Tianjun Namgung.

His voice was full of anger.

“I’m going to keep looking at you, so now you want to make a bet? Look at this bastard, did he even live? why? to kill?”

Namgung Cheonjun is distracted by the flowing blood.

“Oh, that sucks, really. You’ve put up with this a lot, haven’t you?”

I just spit out something I don’t know who I’m talking to.

I kicked the groin of Namgung Cheonjun, who was staggering.

“Ahhhhh!”

“Heaven… !”

Dangjuyeok, who was watching this, shrank involuntarily.