Side Story Episode 144. Rising embers (2)
“Whoa.”
Doheon, who quenched his thirst with a sip of tea, smiled bitterly and said.
“You worked hard.”
Lee Cheon-sang shook his head.
“It was a good experience.”
It is a way of speaking that is not concerned with winning or losing. In fact, even if I lost this match, I wasn’t the type to get upset or have my pride hurt.
Doheon nodded.
“And I apologize. “I guess I was trying to take care of so many things that I neglected managing my subordinates.”
Lee Cheon-sang knew why Do-heon said that.
Hwang Moo-seok’s anger-filled emotions were quite blind. In most cases, human emotions are caused by clear reasons, but he had none of that.
At first glance, I thought it might have been due to feelings of jealousy or something like that, but looking back, I saw no reason for him to be jealous of me at all.
We’ve gotten closer to being human, but we’re still not human. Lee Cheon-sang understood Hwang Moo-seok and Do Heon with his head. However, his heart did not fully understand it.
“You don’t have to feel sorry for me. “But if you’re worried, it’s probably you.”
By myself, I meant Doheon, not Hwang Moo-seok.
Hwang Moo-seok is the second-in-command of the Gwangmadae and the lieutenant who leads the Gwangmadae in the absence of the leader.
Strangely, among warriors, there were times when their loyalty to their superiors was lost when they were defeated by someone else.
It would be difficult to find such cases at the New Education University, but there were many cases where a person’s heart had nothing to do with ability or talent.
If the members’ trust in Hwang Moo-seok decreases, the power of the Gwangmadae will weaken, which could become a problem for Do-heon.
Doheon shook his head.
“It’s a problem I have to take care of. And it’s true, we can be defeated by anyone. “It is not me or the other members who have to handle it, but Deputy Hwang himself.”
“Right.”
“We need to encourage them so that they don’t collapse and that they can recover well. “That’s my job now.”
“You made things big.”
“Don’t say that. Rather, it is normal to worry about what you will gain from the fight. “If you had lost on purpose, that would have been a big problem.”
On his last day, Lee Cheon-sang dug into the ground of the training ground next to Hwang Moo-seok’s head.
You could either explode its head or knock it unconscious, but it couldn’t kill it, and even if it did knock it out, it could have miscontrolled its strength and broken its bones or caused a problem in some part of its body.
The face is a sensitive area. It is a place where vital parts of the human body are gathered together, so even a normal person’s fist can kill someone.
In the end, the match ended with Doheon’s intervention.
Hwang Moo-seok did not mention defeat, but anyone could see that it was his defeat. Lee Cheon-sang also knew that the fight would not continue from the moment Do-heon intervened, so it did not matter if he did not discuss victory or defeat out loud.
Doheon remembered Hwang Moo-seok’s face.
Two eyes burning like fire. Although he showed that side from time to time, he was always able to maintain his cool when necessary.
‘It’s my fault.’
No matter what happens, if Hwang Moo-seok is not corrected, Gwangma Dae will also be in trouble.
Even though he realized that it was not a situation to get angry about martial arts or something like that, Doheon had no choice but to ask.
“You said it. “There are stubborn people.”
“exactly.”
“Do you mean Deputy Hwang and the leaders?”
“exactly.”
“Hmm.”
Doheon stroked his chin.
“If the stubbornness you are talking about refers to the stubbornness unique to martial artists who find change itself awkward because they are extremely familiar with existing martial arts… … .”
“That’s not it.”
“if?”
“It’s literally stubbornness. “It seemed like they had the talent and ability to immediately accept and change the martial arts you taught them.”
Lee Cheon-sang looked at Do-heon intently.
“You can’t join Gwangmadae without that level of talent.”
That is correct.
Moreover, it is impossible to reach the same level as him without having that level of talent.
In the end, their stubbornness is the biggest cause. It wasn’t a metaphor or anything, it was a simple fact.
Doheon frowned.
“I’m stubborn… … . “You mean you didn’t like the new form of martial arts?”
“If you didn’t fix it because you didn’t like it, wouldn’t that be a bigger problem?”
The superior directly changed the unit’s training method. Not following it was tantamount to disobeying orders.
“That too. “They don’t do that on purpose.”
“That’s how I see it, too.”
“Then, in your opinion, why do you think they are unconsciously stubborn?”
Lee Cheon-sang shook his head.
“We haven’t seen each other for a long time, and we haven’t analyzed each one of them. “I don’t know why.”
“… … Well, I guess he is like that too.”
“I guess we can at least make an analogy.”
“Tell me.”
“Most of the demons in our headquarters have learned new magic techniques. And I am risking my life to learn that magic skill. Thanks to this, the power of the organization itself is growing even now.”
Doheon nodded.
“I know.”
“To put it aside as a difference in magic skill level, the immersion of the Gwangmae members was not normal. “The leaders, and even Vice Admiral Hwang, were concentrating on the training itself.”
“It did.”
“The majority of warriors sacrifice their lives for stronger martial arts. “It’s normal for people to rush forward even if it’s just one move, or even if it’s a martial arts skill that’s half their level, but the adjutants and leaders felt awkward about the change.”
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“so?”
Lee Cheon-sang, who had been silent for a moment and lost in thought, opened his mouth again after half an hour had passed.
“I’ve seen a lot of people and seen a lot of cases, but cases like this are rare, so just listen and ignore it.”
“Don’t drag it on like that, just tell me. There is no need to misunderstand what you hear.”
“I think it’s because I’m too proud.”
“pride?”
What does this mean?
“The pride of being a Gwangmadae University. “I think the strong belief that this is what Gwangmadae should be like is preventing them from changing their martial arts skills.”
Doheon exclaimed.
I don’t know about the leaders, but at least Hwang Moo-seok was able to do that.
Hwang Moo-seok was a man who risked his life for Gwangmadae. No one, including his Doheon, was like him, no matter how great his pride was.
Because of this, accidents were frequent, but in any case, his pride exerted great power in governing his crew and carrying out his duties as an adjutant.
“You better be careful.”
Lee Cheon-sang’s eyes as he looked at Do-heon became as dark as a cloud-filled night sky.
“Like the commanders, Vice Admiral Hwang seemed to be armed with a pride that bordered on conviction. Indeed, if that is the case, we will be able to do anything to ensure the survival of the Gwangmadae.”
Doheon nodded heavily.
It didn’t sound like something I just said. I don’t know if the reason I couldn’t keep up with the new martial arts skills was because of pride, but seeing Hwang Moo-seok recently seemed like something serious would happen.
Lee Cheon-sang sipped water.
Doheon, who was lost in thought for a moment, soon relaxed his stern expression and spoke.
“Yeah, by the way. What brings you to the main office at this time? “Isn’t it time to focus on training the Yaksha Commander by now?”
“I got a vacation.”
“vacation?”
It was truly a word that did not suit Lee Cheon-sang.
Interest arose on Doheon’s face.
“Did you ask for it yourself?”
“exactly.”
“All the ghosts will be shocked and fall asleep. So, how long do you rest?”
“Three months.”
“… … !”
Doheon was surprised.
“Did the commanding lord allow it?”
“exactly.”
“Huh.”
Not three days, not thirty days, but three months.
It was a difficult period to adapt to the organization after returning from vacation.
I don’t know if it would be possible for Lee Cheon-sang, but allowing such a long vacation could itself be a bad precedent. If Yang Baek-ho allowed it even after knowing that, it could be said that something happened to Lee Cheon-sang.
“Is something wrong?”
“No.”
“But three months?”
Lee Cheon-sang wordlessly took out a white bone magic sword from his belt.
Because it was wrapped tightly in white cloth, no one could tell exactly what it looked like. However, because it was slightly curved, I could tell that it was a cutting type sword and not a thick sword.
“What is this?”
“The White Bone Demon Elder gave it to me.”
It was news a thousand times more shocking than a three-month vacation.
Doheon’s eyes widened.
“The White Bone God Demon gave you this sword?”
“exactly.”
“… … why?”
It has no meaning what kind of sword this is. What does it matter whether it is an ordinary iron sword, a rare treasure, or an amazing horse soldier?
What was important was the fact that the Baekgolshinma, one of the highest saints of Shinism, personally gave a sword to an adjutant-level figure in an external war combat unit, not even a civil war.
Lee Cheon-sang briefly explained the conversation he had with him while on a special mission.
As always, his explanation was dry and stiff. Although that way of speaking hindered the listener’s immersion, his input itself was not difficult because there were no unnecessary descriptions.
“Right. “Something like that happened.”
Doheon was able to understand the White Bone God Demon’s feelings a little.
Like it or not, he is one of the captains of the unit who has a grandchild of his own. He couldn’t help but be interested.
It is unknown what the intention behind the White Bone God Demon’s remarks was. However, it was clear how shocked he was by Lee Cheon-sang’s words that it could be a bribe.
‘Are you interested?’
Do-heon knows that Gong Mu-wae has taken good care of the White Bone God Demon. He went beyond what he knew and saw it for himself. Because he went along to say hello.
However, because the White Bone God Demon himself was a person whose original nature was ambiguous and who did not know where he might fall, all that remained was the memory of being extremely careful.
Thinking about that, even thinking back on Lee Cheon-sang’s statement in front of him that he would not accept it because it could be considered a bribe, it sent a chill down my spine.
“In other words, I don’t know why, but because the old White Bone Demon gave you that sword… … .”
Doheon’s eyes became sharp.
“It means that the White Bone God Demon’s political opponents may be targeting you.”
“exactly.”
That’s what matters.
From the moment Lee Cheon-sang received the sword, or rather, from the moment he entered the White Bone God Demon’s residence, he became dangerous. If life is a series of choices, this choice could perhaps be said to be the most dangerous choice in his life.
“Why on earth did you do that? “Even though I don’t know the old man very well, I do know that there are quite a few forces keeping him in check.”
It wasn’t just the White Bone Demon.
Most of the Teenage Demon Lords kept each other in check. Among them, the White Bone God Demon was close to the middle ground and was not biased in any direction, but because of his unique and mysterious personality, there were a lot of eyes watching him.
That kind of person gave a sword to a demon belonging to the Gaiden combat unit?
Almost everyone in the civil war would have already had access to that information.
“I did it because I wanted to see you.”
“what?”
“Remember? “Why did I stay in Shingyo and why did I learn martial arts from you?”
Doheon nodded.
“I said it was to make something that wasn’t right right.”
“exactly.”
“… … “You can’t believe it?!”
Doheon widened his eyes.
Lee Cheon-sang said while tapping the white bone sword wrapped in cloth.
“I realized this while talking with the White Bone God Demon Elder. As a footnote to the Yaksha spirit, it may take too long to change the world.”
“… … !”
“If you want something, you have to reach out and get it, and if you have access to it, you have to use whatever is available to reach a higher place. “I completely agreed with that.”
“if?! Are you saying that the reason you took three months off was to deal with political opponents from the civil war?”
“It has that meaning, but it’s not everything.”
“That’s not all… … ?!”
“Furthermore, I did not come looking for you.”
“what?”
Lee Cheon-sang’s eyes deepened.
“It was not Lee Cheon-sang who came to visit Doheon, but a member of the Yasha Spirit who had received some kind of gift from the White Bone God Demon and came to visit Gwangma Daeju.”
“… … !!”
“I’m going to use you.”
It was then.
A member’s urgent voice rang outside the office.
“Great, great lord! A man came from the civil war!”
martial arts,
