Became the Mafia of the Academy-Episode 270
Became the Mafia of the Academy Episode 270
“Are you coming? That's not a Japanese morning greeting.?”
……Maybe the old man doesn't know about the metal..
“Oh, no. There's just that. But Bungun.?”
“Yeah, Bung Kwon. Do you know anything about Bungun??”
If it's not the story of the game, the Bungun I know is moving forward and putting forward Simple Jirging.
When I answered as I knew it, Kwak Chun-sik seemed to know it would. Nodded and said.
“Then try it..”
“What??”
“What is it, you're asking me to do the bungee you know..”
“……Here.?”
Books and documents placed all around. And a bookcase that fills one side of the wall..
It's the room you're using as your office, so you can punch it here. I questioned whether it would be..
“So what, it's a simple fist, but how can I not do it here? I want you to try it.?”
He scrapes his pride and offers me a ticket to the bung..
Once he decided to do what he wanted to do, he decided to do what he wanted to do..
First, ground your legs firmly to the floor, choose your breath and breathe slowly Makes it spread throughout the body.
Then, be sure to recognize the target point, step on the advance and weigh Move Center.
Stretch your arms out so that all the power is fully in your fist.
Fang!!
Fist stretched forward vigorously.
The air bursts under the pressure applied in one order,and the sound of a burst sounds. Even if you didn't use the aura, this amount of power.
“Oah..”
When you put it perfectly, Kwak Chun-sik shakes his head.
“I don't know why you put such a strange combination...... You're wrong..”
“What do you mean??”
This is the moment you put the auror, even against the Villans you met the other day. I was sure it would be enough..
But you're wrong.?
“Yeah. Let's get out of here..”
“Why is it suddenly out…….”
“You have to show yourself what you have to learn, don't you?.”
“No, it's just a simple fist, so I don't care if I'm here. Didn't you do it?.”
“That's you. Like you and me.?”
“No…….”
It's not the same thing..............
And yet, in the middle of the day, the thought in my mind.
‘You're doing this to show me what the hell.?’
I had no choice but to look forward to it..
It was the Bungun of Kwak Chun-sik, not anyone else..
As you walk out along Kwak Chun-sik, the city center and the refreshing air Scavenged the lung..
You feel it anytime you come, but the air in the budokan is completely different from the air in the city..
As if the old man was enjoying the air, the scarecrows slowly put their backs to the ground. I headed to Dalian..
“Let's see...... Yeah, that's good..”
So the old man in front of the scarecrow began to walk backwards..
One Step.
Two footprints.
Three Footprints.
Four Footprints.
Not only do you stretch your arms out, but you stretch your feet back to the distance you want to reach. He turned his head and looked at me.
“Look, why did I look at your fist and say it was wrong?.”
A fine wind begins to blow and scatters the hem of Kwak Chun-sik. & gt;.
Shemales──
Simple breathing.
But the depth is not constant..
He moves his stepping feet slowly like he uses the floor.
His soles slowly face the floor, like falling fallen leaves.
But it was like an old tree rooted to the floor.
and.
It's a big deal.!
His fist shoots in front of him as if it were bouncing off him..
Crisps──!
At the same time, the scarecrow's face at a distance is crushed and smashed I left..
Obviously...... I didn't think I was using the aura.?
Then the system window that comes up in front of your eyes.
[I witnessed the technology that came to the pole with two eyes.]
[Bung Kwon (崩권). Technique of hitting an opponent by focusing the center of gravity on the fist.]
[The understanding of Bungun is greatly increased.]
What I just saw is dramatic. It was just a simple fist squeal..
“Huh?…….”
Real, this inspiration is where the end is.……?
“You've seen the look, and you've noticed the roughness, haven't you? The difference between you and me.”
“I can't believe it with both eyes, but it's weird not to notice it.?”
Listen to my story and swing your hand that.
“Don't talk. The other guys thought they were using the aura when they saw this, and they said, " You're amazing.!', 'Cool! Ambassador!'I'm just putting on the same Alang fart, and I can see your reaction. You didn't notice that you didn't write it..”
It wasn't unusual for those who responded to that.
Human beings who did not use auror are purely physical and technical, but far-reaching You attacked the enemy. It's hard to understand common sense..
Maybe, if you're not as easy as I am, you can read the flow of Auror You wouldn't have noticed..
“Now, then ask Hippo. Eugene, what do you think is the difference between you and me?.”
Suddenly hook incoming question.
But it was a question that led to a lot of thought.
Kwak Chun-sik did not use auror. I just stretched my fist. If there's a difference between him and me like that…….
“Where did he give strength until he threw his fist. Isn't this much??”
Is it because of the message window that a little ago I had a big increase in understanding? The answer comes from your mouth..
The old man smiles and nods.
“Yeah, you looked right. In addition to that, there's this, but if you say the biggest difference is It's the biggest thing you've ever said..”
Kwak Chun-sik, who came up to me with his back to me, said that, and put his fist on my face. Hold and lift.
“I've always felt it. Your way of fighting, did you ever learn from Farnello??”
“Yes? How do you do that…….”
“If you pretend, you pretend, you fucking pretend, you fucking pretend, you fucking pretend. The most efficient way to attack with the root ahead of instinct. It's like 'hunting', not combat. Is there another guy around you who fights like that, other than Farnello??”
When I heard him, I thought it was definitely the case..
Now my fighting law is only body talent and Parnello's attributes Sparta I could see it as a result of making it through..
“First of all, let's take that color out a little bit..”
“Take out the color, what do you mean by that??”
He put his hand that was holding his fist at my question. I answered, pressing my shoulders, neck, and stomach..
“That way is right for you. But I think you have the other side of the talent..”
“The talent of the other side……?”
“Think of your father, Vito Callione..”
Father's Talent?
“Concise, quick, natural and straight. Any fight will always be calculated in your head and you will see the benefits Fighting the way you can. That's not your father's way,and what is it? By analogy...... You feel like you're half and half mixed with Farnello and me..”
When I heard him, I thought it was plausible..
I'm not a fighting style, I'm completely left to my instincts, but I'm in battle. It was a style of mixing calculations..
“So first of all, let's take the color of Farnello out of it. First of all.......”
As if a good way had dawned, he smiled and smiled at Dalian. I pointed to a rock on one side..
“30,000 times since the regime. Start.”
* * *
Say it's the night before the storm..
I definitely thought yesterday was more comfortable and cozy than usual.
I never thought this would happen today..
“Mandibles...... Mandibles…….”
One day, the regime has gone over 10,000 times..
No, more than that? To be honest, I forgot to count as soon as I crossed 8,000 times..
Thump-thump-thump-thump-
What the hell am I banging rock, awakening body so much I hit it, but my fist is red. He was firmly in his place.
How did you get your fist out of it? How to at any angle…….
“Don't let go of your mind. Continue.”
As soon as I was getting distracted, something from the back put my shoulder on. Knock and awaken consciousness.
Kwak Choon-sik, my mentor and my mentor. And the man who gave me the regime 10,000 times.
“You can't make it hard by instinct. You should not be cannibalized by instinct. Most succinctly and accurately, everything so that the power at the end of the fist passes Count and give your fist..”
His words are sharp in his ears and his spirit returns.
What about the fists I've been banging so far? What was the best regime I've ever seen.?
At the moment, one image grazes in my head..
……Father's Regime.
Ariete(숫양).
My father's attack on Balpurgis was the best regime I've ever seen. It was Jirgi..
What was the angle of that regime? Distribution of power? Speed is?
Obviously like this…….
Tuduk.
Then the feeling at the end of the fist changed.
The surface of the rock is very fleshy, but it never seemed to break. It's breaking..
“Huh, if you don't look, you think you know who you hit. Yeah. His angle, his strength, his speed, was to continue.”
Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.
The sensations felt at your fingertips, and the constant sounds heard in your ears It's changing..
The more time passes, the more difficult this act has been. It starts to get fun little by little..
It was pointless to count numbers anymore.
I just eat nothing by simply throwing my fist at it. I thought I could do my whole life without having to drink..
Focus. Focus. Only focus.
My mind was dreamy..
The consciousness and the unconscious are not completely laid out as they have just been The mysterious feeling of being on the border.
Thump -! Thump -! Thump -! Thump-!
Long after thoughts about rocks have already been erased.
My mind is focused only on throwing fists. When I couldn't feel how long it had passed.
“Stop..”
“……Huh. Huh. Huh. Huh?.”
My consciousness was fully awakened by the voice of Kwak Chun-sik with the aura.
“Stop. This was all I needed..”
My fist holding his hand.
My hands, which were constantly hitting the rocks, were already blood-stained and skin-colored. It's reached an unrecognizable level..
And the rock that lay before me…….
“This, did I do it??”
Completely shattered, mixed with the blood-soaked soil of Dalian Field. There were.
“Yeah,it was about 27,000 times. From then on, you keep hitting the air. I thought I was getting better and better, so I left it alone..”
When I looked at the sky, I saw a sunset that was falling over the sky..
A day has passed without my knowing..
“So let's check somewhere..”
As he said that, he again pointed to the body of the scarecrow with a burst head.
“Will you throw your fist down there? It's not okay to be a bungun. Look at your fist in the most confident way you are right now..”
“…….”
Listen to him and slowly step towards the place where the scarecrow is Move..
Chubbuck-Chubbuck - Chubbuck-
Scarecrow and my distance is 4 steps. Even if you stretch your feet, you can't reach them..
But why? Now I'm sure if you give me a fist, you'll reach there. There were.
Pick your breath, clench your fists, and look at the scarecrow in front of you.
Just as I gave it to you..
Reproduce the flow and speed and power and trajectory of the fist.
No, the word reproduction did not fit now. It stretched naturally, even if I wasn't conscious..
──!
Paang!
Fist thrown out into the air with a cheerful sound.
At the same time.
Phalanx-
The scarecrow, which must have been out of touch, rocked back and forth feeble.
“……Old man. Have you seen it? The scarecrow moved..”
The Scarecrow responded, even though it was clearly a fist that didn't load the aura. Will.
“What's moving. The wind must have blown..”
“What wind is the wind! It definitely moved on my fist.!”
Let's say with confidence that I'm moving, and you're an old man with a tongue in your mouth..
“I'm not sure if I'm going to be the only one who is going to be the one who is going to be the one who is going to be the one who is going to be the one who is going to be the one who is going to be I was thinking,this is going to be one day. That's why the talented guys are……!”
So he grunted, and the old man threw something inside him..
“Eh? What is this??”
“What's wrong, man! Can you go to the DMZ with your fists so tattered? Quick, eat, follow me.!”
He says that and turns away..
I looked at the object in my hand in a daze.
[Name : Five hundred years sewage]
[Rating: Unique]
[Type : Elixir]
[Description: It is a sewage ocho with five hundred years of reiki. Increases the regenerative power of the intake.]
“……Old man.”
“Xhhhhhhh! Go first!”
Really..
You can't be honest.…….
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