The Thousand-Slayer Swordsman Association-Episode 68
〈 68Tue 〉 Paljang Friendship Dancing (3）
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Rainy day has dawned.
Mok Ri-won wore his sword and prepared to climb onto the non-stage..
There was no other reason why he was first in line..
“Thank you for listening to my stubbornness..”
That's why the day before, he asked me to ruin everything I had planned..
The members laughed at his serious expression and recalled the events of the previous day..
I want to dance with Geumgeom Daehyeop. I want to get him offstage. I would like to tell you about the joy of sharing a sword with the Daehyeop..
All the members here knew. Whenever Mok Ri-won, who was always like a child, spoke with a serious face, something mysterious always happened..
“Cheer up.”
When Danghwaseo spoke with a smile, Mokriwon responded with a grin..
“I will produce results commensurate with my stubbornness..”
he went up to the off stage.
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Kwon Pyo-wol made a distraught face as he saw Mok Ri-won coming up onto the non-stage..
The conversation from that night passed through my mind..
I heard the story of my great council. I didn't know there was a personnel evaluation coming up. I'm sorry.
Oh, no. I really feel sorry. You've disappointed my expectations.
So, may I ask you one more favor??
…what do you mean?
Please come up to the off stage..
Hehe, sorry about that but….
Isn't it just a dance?.
Kwon Pyo-wol could not forget the smile Mok Ri-won showed at that moment in the middle of the shaded hallway, where even the moonlight was dim..
Establishing alliances with the sword is an important task that cannot be compared to anything else, but that is still not the case. I think it's strange to say that you should save your sword so that you can wield it with your sword..
It was like the stubbornness of a child, but his words had a strange magic..
Kwon Pyo-wol couldn't find anything to refute in front of him..
So I just thought about it..
What he said as he left.
I'm not forcing it. I understand the position of my grand association. I also know that there are things you have to give up for the greater good. So I just came to tell you.
…what do you mean.
I will ascend to the forefront of Bimu and never lose. Perhaps if I were to win, it would have a negative impact on Baekgeomdae's personnel. So, what do you mean?.
The mischievous smile that Mok Ri-won showed at that moment.
At that time, wouldn't it be inevitable for the golden sword to come up and set an example? I can't help it..
Wow.
Kwon Pyo-wol's fist was clenched..
Meanwhile, a strange shimmer began to appear in his eyes. The thing that was unconsciously drawn on my lips was a smile..
‘I have no choice… What do you mean?.’
You have no choice but to go up on the dance stage and have no choice but to dance. It was truly like a play on words, but Kwon Pyo-wol could not deny it..
If something like that happens, he might put aside all other thoughts and go off stage..
They might just enjoy the act of sharing swords..
Why is it now that I have a new desire for something like this?.
Kwon Pyo-wol thought that if there was a reason, it was probably the look in that man's eyes..
‘It's sunny.’
Mok Riwon’s eyes were clear. So clear it reminds me of a lake..
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ridge! ridge!
The drum sounded.
At the same time, the warrior of the Cheongnyongdae who came out as referee shouted.
[to both sides!］
Mok Riwon heard those words and stood in the middle unarmed..
The man coming up on the other side was a warrior who was famous for his sharp sword even in the Baekgeomdae..
“It's an honor to share a sword with my ink dragon. It's called King's Day..”
When Wang Il, the sharp swordsman, took the gun, Mok Ri-won also took the gun..
“I hope it's a good match.”
Even though I say that, Mokriwon's nerves were gone far away..
Geumgeom Kwon Pyo-wol. His resolve is strengthened by the way he looks at him..
Mokriwon also knew. She realizes that she is being forceful..
But he decided not to care about it anymore.
‘This is Kangho Murim.’
A world of warriors who build alliances with swords, a heartless world where only the strong can prove they are right..
What would it be like if you were a childish idiot? What if it is a romance that does not know reality?.
All I had to do was prove it. Mo Liwon decided to no longer hesitate to prove himself with the sword..
sreung.
The sword was drawn..
Only then did Wang Il's posture come into Mok Riwon's eyes..
Preparing to slash upward while holding the sword with both hands.
This was an attitude that was clearly included in the swordsmanship books Mok Ri-won read avidly..
‘Okroejingeom (？雪)？）.’
A sword technique that uses three slashes that shoot out like lightning..
As soon as Mo Liwon noticed this, he changed his posture..
It was the same Okreojingeom stance as Wang Il’s..
“…!”
Wang Il’s eyes widened..
What came out right away was a laugh..
‘Yes, this is the ink dragon..’
Wang Il bulged his muscles out of nervousness..
This is because I heard about what he did in the Yongbong branch until he was given the nickname Mukryong to the point where it stung my ears..
The series of days in which he only targeted Namgung Jincheon in the group stage, the ever-changing swordsmanship he showed upon entering the finals, and the swordsmanship that was beyond his understanding as he finally defeated Namgung Jincheon..
All of that was enough to make Mok Riwon realize that he wasn't doing this as a joke..
Wang Il grinned..
“I'm thinking of bringing out the great lord..”
“I won't deny it.”
Mo Liwon smiled. Wang Il felt glad..
After all, it was because I was confident that he would not use any vain measures to get Daeju out of this fight..
‘I'm thinking of showing it to the owner.!’
I realized that my opponents were not enough, and that there was a gap between me and the crew that could not be bridged except by the leader..
Hana Wang Il said.
“It won't be easy!”
It's a story that may be discussed for the first time in a while, but he's still only an 18-year-old young man..
The only martial arts experience I've ever experienced is a baby song that ended with the Yongbong branch..
A flash of lightning flashed from Wang Il..
Noejeonggong (雪？？), the counterpart of Okroejingeom (？雪？）), has been unfolded..
He was planning to show it to the young sprout..
Gangho is not a place where you can survive with talent alone, but you can trip on a nearby rock while looking into the distance..
[Initiate!］
Ppajik!
Wang Il's sword shot out with a flash of lightning..
It was a sword aimed at Mok Riwon’s waist..
Geomro is indescribably clean. Perhaps the tension and determination helped, but it was the cleanest sword road I've ever seen in a while..
‘That's right…!’
Wang Il was so sure..
It's a great sword that's good enough to enlighten your juniors..
Chaeng!
…However, it was a very slow sword to discipline Mok Riwon..
Latecomer(？？？？）.
The trick of allowing the sword drawn later to reach it first was revealed by Mok Ri-won..
Wang Il stopped himself as the sword reached his uvula at a speed beyond his awareness..
“…It was a good sword..”
I let out a laugh at what was said..
‘Oh my!.’
The moment defeat was confirmed, that was the first thought that came to Wang Il’s mind..
‘I said 'It won't be easy!' for no reason..
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The situation was horribly one-sided..
As if to show the difference in rank, Mokriwon stamped out the swordsmen of the Baekgeomdae with overwhelming skill..
This is already the fifth martial artist to appear on the non-stage..
No one could survive the number of days in Mokriwon..
It's a miserable situation..
As it must be so, smiles were blooming on the faces of the defeated warriors..
“Wow, it was amazing once I saw it! I didn't even see my Ink Dragon sword drawn.!”
“Anyway, I plan to remember my day and think of it whenever I feel depressed! 'It won't be easy!' Wow, this is the famous line of the year.!”
“No, this person?”
Wang Il-do, who was defeated first, and Jang-sam, Cheon Gu-yong, and Ha Jin-mok, who were defeated after him, were all smiling..
What's the point of telling you why? Even though they lost, they all had fun..
Dancing with someone you can recognize, and the tension of that moment.
Kwon Pyo-wol felt his heart tickle at that..
‘…me too.’
Kwon Pyo-wol smiled bitterly at a thought that suddenly occurred to him..
On the off-stage, Dopyeong, who was the fifth player, was falling down, making the sound of 'Oh my!'.
[Mukryong! win!］
“It was a good sword..”
“This is too much praise! I have come to realize that my Inkryong Sword is not just a fake! Let's learn a lesson!”
An arrogant smile was also hanging over Dopyeong’s face..
“lender.”
At that moment, there was someone calling him..
It was Sa Gyeong-woon, the unit commander of the Baekgeomdae and the comrade who had been with him for the longest time..
“Is it your turn?.”
“What are you talking about? If I go, what else will I do but lose? Still, I'm the unit owner, and I don't want to be embarrassed by being associated with such a monster..”
Sa Gyeong-woon laughed..
Then he stopped laughing and smiled softly and said to Kwon Pyo-wol:.
“Do you know what? Mukryong came to visit me the day before..”
“…Are you talking about Mukryong??”
“An unavoidable situation. He said that.”
Kwon Pyo-wol's eyes turned to Mokriwon..
He was looking at himself with a boy-like eagerness..
Kwon Pyo-wol felt his body shaking..
“Daeju, if you keep going like this, you might not be able to hold your head high in the Murim Alliance. Why don't you go and show me a trick??”
Kwon Pyo-wol chewed his lips at Sa Gyeong-woon’s words..
“…You know, right?.”
It's a combination that doesn't make sense. If you lose in this match, you will suffer even greater losses than if the Baekgeomdae were completely defeated..
It would have been much better to have lost a friendly match without Daeju..
There is a wall of reality to just enjoy….
‘…no.’
It wasn't. Kwon Pyo-wol lowered his head and looked at the sword he was wearing at his waist..
The gold sheath was a determination to never forget the weight of the sword..
That was disturbing Kwon Pyo-wol's gaze..
‘no. perhaps….’
Kwon Pyo-wol suddenly thought of such a thought..
Maybe he was scared.
I may have been captivated by this brilliant brilliance itself and at some point started chasing a position that was not nothing..
Kwon Pyo-wol's eyebrows narrowed..
It was unbecoming of a warrior to try to return to a safe path with Mok Ri-won, a subordinate of mine, in front of me..
‘I didn't take up the sword for my position..’
It has been one for a long time.
The dream that led him from being a military officer in a rural town to being an instructor was not what he wanted to be now..
‘swordsman.’
He was a serious warrior who knew how to put righteousness into even a single stroke of his sword..
He wasn't the kind of person who was afraid to even draw the sword because he was crushed by the weight of it..
Kwon Pyo-wol finally laughed helplessly..
It was only after I had the thought that I realized it..
‘What are you doing?.’
Why is the warrior hesitant to draw his sword?.
Why are you more afraid of evaluation than the sword?.
Kwon Pyo-wol cursed himself..
Then I looked up and saw something..
The crew was there..
Most of these people were grateful colleagues who followed them even though they could have taken on better positions..
They were just people who followed him because they admired his righteousness..
Kwon Pyo-wol stopped laughing at the anticipation in their eyes..
“…Anyway, I'm telling you all the disgraceful things that are so disgraceful..”
When Sa Gyeong-woon, the unit commander, left the position, the members retreated..
Before Kwon Pyo-wol's eyes, the road to demilitarization was opened..
Kwon Pyo-wol looked at it..
‘The path I should have taken a long time ago….’
Kwon Pyo-wol's feet fell and headed toward the off-stage..
While walking, the sword was pulled out and the golden sheath was thrown to the floor..
‘…I'm finally going now because I was captivated by the packaging..’
Mok Ri-won, who was standing on the off-stage, smiled brightly and said.
“Please take care of me.”
Kwon Pyo-wol had no choice but to admit it..
Poisonous and poisonous. In the end, he brought himself to this position, so it was safe to say that it was his victory in the end..
Even so, it is clear and pure..
As a warrior, he sets an example..
So I decided to forget about Kwon Pyo-wol..
“Five of our crews were defeated by you..”
No complicated personnel evaluations, no dignity to be shown as a leader, no false reputation as a golden sword..
I forgot everything and became the inspector Kwon Pyo-wol and spoke..
“So I'll give up five moves..”
He laughed like a child for the first time in a long time..
“Come.”
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