150 – EP.7 Festival Tour-1

***

“Ugh!”

Screaming out loud, Soyou stood up.

And then I looked around.

Not a hard stone floor, but a soft bed. It wasn’t a stadium.

“Are you awake? I’m in the infirmary.”

A situation opposite to last time.

Sitting next to her was Inho with a serious face.

He let out a long breath and stroked his chest, as if he was relieved at last.

From the disciple’s bewildered face, Soyou was able to derive one fact.

“Did I lose?”

It wasn’t a question directed at Inho.

Soyou looked down at his hand and murmured.

“……”

Inho always maintained a cheeky attitude in front of Soyou, but this time he didn’t say anything special.

It was not because he did not know what the mind of this paradoxical young lady, full of pride and self-loathing, might be like.

‘I was stronger than usual.’

But, as In-ho thought, So-you wasn’t just a child.

As a full-fledged warrior, she began replaying the game.

Obviously, the intensity of the flame was stronger than usual.

That’s why the consumption of stamina was extreme, and in the end, he even lost his reason.

‘Why?’

Why was it different than usual? What difference did it make?

Soyou kept asking himself questions.

“ah….”

There was one thing that was different from usual.

Before fighting Cheongyeon, he said that he was very uncomfortable.

Cheong-yeon kept provoking herself by mentioning In-ho, and So-you’s conclusion was that her composure was broken by the provocation.

‘She’s like a shrewd b*tch.’

There was no way that the martial arts that had been unfolded with a disordered mind would come out normally.

An angry mind dominated the body, and in response to that anger, the bet in Danjeon soared.

The bet, which was drawn more than usual, flowed vigorously through the veins, and thanks to this, the body quickly overheated.

Thinking that far, Soyou started to hate Inho.

I can’t say that I lost because of In-ho.

It was because he knew very well how pitiful the phrase ‘I lost because of you’ is.

So I tried to keep my eyes off him as much as possible.

After looking at the disciple’s stupid face for no reason, it seemed that the anger that had barely subsided would flare up.

“According to the congressman, there is no major problem with the body. If you wake up, why don’t you go outside?”

However, the disciple spit out a carefree voice, not knowing whether he knew the mind of his master.

“Outside? Why?”

Soyou, who was slightly annoyed at the voice that had no worries in the world, asked sharply.

The feeble anger contained in the voice did not reach the disciple.

“After the dance competition was over, they held a festival. It seems that the night market was also open, but going outside as a change of mood…”

“Shut up!! Is the festival important right now?”

Unable to bear it, Soyou squealed, and only then did Inho shut his mouth and look at Soyou.

In-ho’s face as he stared at the teacher blankly showed no fear of the teacher’s wrath.

Soyou didn’t even like that.

“It’s a true warrior’s attitude to feel ashamed if you lose and to devote yourself to training. But why are you only trying to play?”

She swung the blanket over her lap and got up from the bed.

Seeing the teacher suddenly get up, In-ho got up too.

Soyou turned to Inho and glared at him.

It was a form of looking up from below, but its momentum was as menacing as a downward slash from above.

“Dyelorn Gong always has to win. So, never, never again, speak rash words in front of me.”

Soyou poked Inho’s chest with his finger and left the infirmary.

The door opened and closed violently, and the doctor who had been brewing medicine hurriedly returned to their place in the commotion created by Soyou.

Inho frowned and scratched the back of his head.

“Ah, you must be unnecessarily sincere.”

tsk. In-ho, who clicked his tongue, also left the infirmary.

***

Soyu, who left the infirmary in a huff, headed to the place where her teacher was.

The master was drinking alone in his room.

Soyou quietly opened the door and knelt in front of Yeomjin.

“…is your body okay?”

Yeomjin pours a drink into her glass, not paying any attention to herself.

“Yes.”

And a long silence began.

Nothing was heard except the sound of alcohol dripping into a glass.

Soyou opened his mouth.

It was as if he was contemplating whether it would be okay if he spoke first.

“Master. I’m sorry.”

After thinking for a while, Soyou broke the silence and opened his mouth.

Yeomjin showed no reaction to the lovely disciple’s words.

Instead, he just lifted the glass that was dripping with alcohol and poured it into his mouth.

– Jjoreureu

Yeomjin poured the drink again.

The clear liquor from the mouth of the bottle was poured into the glass.

“therefore.”

Yeomjin muttered as he reflected his face in the wine in the glass.

“What are you sorry about?”

“…I lost to the ice wheeler.”

“not.”

Soyou’s words were cut off by Yeomjin.

“Then… I couldn’t control the dynamite by myself…”

“not.”

Yeomjin’s determined words made Soyou’s head dizzy.

If not this or that, what is it?

“Master. You ugly disciple. I don’t know why.”

Sou-yu lowered his head and said, Yeom-jin poured the alcohol into his mouth again and threw out his words as if he were drunk.

“You did nothing wrong.”

Soyou, who was looking at the floor, raised his face.

“Yes? What is it?”

“I’m not disappointed with you today, and I’m not angry with you.”

“But why…”

“Well?”

“Then why are you holding the weight?”

When Soyou asked, looking a bit dumbfounded, Yeomjin spread his fan and covered his mouth.

She smiled at her pupil and giggled.

“Since you came with such a weight, I set the rhythm a little.”

“Master!!”

When Soyou, who was blushing, screamed, Yeomjin giggled and poured the drink again.

It was the last drink.

“Anyway, Soyou. Don’t dwell on winning or losing.”

Yeomjin poured alcohol into his mouth and said calmly.

“There is no warrior in the world who always wins.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes, I don’t want that from you. Just…”

“but?”

“Just know that [the one who wins last is the true winner].”

“The one who wins last is the true winner…”

Soyu muttered as if he would not forget the teacher’s words, and Yeomjin lifted up an empty wine bottle and shook it in front of Souyu’s eyes.

“I’m out of wine, can you go downstairs and bring me some?”

“all right.”

Soyou opened the door and walked out.

***

It wasn’t long after Soyou left.

This time, In-ho entered the room where Yeom-jin was.

“Leave the door slightly open. Ventilation is necessary.”

At Yeomjin’s words, Inho opened the door two fingers wide.

“Okay, what are you here for?”

“Master. Didn’t Master come here by any chance?”

Yeomjin’s gaze went to the back of Inho’s shoulder.

“Yes, I did.”

“I see. If it’s not a problem with the ambassador…”

“What if it doesn’t matter?”

“There’s a festival outside… Can I go out with Master?”

“May I ask the reason?

Yeomjin’s eyes fell. It was a face he clearly didn’t like.

“I don’t know much about education, but at least I know that I shouldn’t push harder on people who are discouraged.”

“Huh… so?”

“I dare say, Master needs a change of heart.”

“You have a point. Children around Soyou’s age would do that. But Soyou is a warrior.”

Yeomjin’s sharp gaze was fixed on Inho.

In-ho trembled at the pressure, but after swallowing once, he refuted the words of the ambassador.

“Before being an unmanned person, you are a person. Ambassador.”

Yeomjin didn’t respond to Inho’s words.

I meant to say more.

“After watching today’s game, I felt it again. What an excellent martial artist Master is.”

“But I think there are things that I gave up and buried in my heart.”

“chamberlain?”

“It’s what a girl at her age would do.”

“Do you see your teacher as a girl?”

“In some cases, yes. It’s presumptuous to say, but am I not older? I may be a baby when it comes to martial arts, but I think meeting people and seeing the world is better than Master. Even if I’m just a farmer.”

“Hmm…. What an arrogant word. A disciple who claims to be better than his master.”

“I’m talking about things other than martial arts to some extent.”

“I know. Yes… Seeing your arrogance, I’ll allow it.”

The eyes of Yeomjin, who opened his fan to cover his mouth, were behind Inho’s shoulder.

I headed for the small crack in the door.

“Is that true?”

The ambassador’s permission, which he thought was a big barrier, was easily given, and In-ho was delighted.

“There’s nothing good about staying in your room. Come and enjoy the festival with Soyou.”

“Thank you! Ambassador.”

Inho smiled and stood up.

After confirming that the shadow outside the door had disappeared, Yeomjin gave Inho a deep smile.

“Yes, have a good trip.”

After leaving the room of the ambassador, Inho was walking around the garden looking for Soyou.

Soyu Namgung, who had thought he would be locked in his room, was not in the room for some reason.

I came out to the garden in case I was in a corner of the garden, but I guess I was wrong about this too.

“No, where are you going?”

damn kid.

In-ho said the last words to himself, wondering if the teacher would listen.

I felt the presence behind the tree, so I ran quickly and saw an unexpected person standing there.

“Uh… hello?”

In the same moonlight as last time, Cheongyeon, whose face was shining, looked at her and greeted her slowly.

And So-yu, who brought Yeom-jin a drink and followed after the disciple, was watching him from afar.

“what?”

Clearly, the lawmaker said there was no problem, but Soyou Namgung strangely felt a pain in his chest.