Amusement, who came down from the rain stage, bowed his head in front of Ho Sanja.
"I knew I shouldn't do that, but I used a hye sword. I'll take this punishment sweetly."
Ho Sanja looked into his eyes with a little subtlety.
He was enough to win without the use of a Hyegum. Still, was there any reason to break the law of the envoy?”
"…It's hard to explain."
Ho Sanja nodded at the silent answer.
"I don't care."
Then I patted him on the shoulder.
"If you win, that's enough. The world will laugh at the shaman if he asks the victorious for his sins. I'll take it that you're not guilty."
"It's all right. Straighten your shoulders! It's not something to apologize for."
Ho Sanja's eyes are slightly dimmed.
"They must have lost their confidence because they saw Hye-gum with their eyes and saw the crushing defeat of their great disciple. You may feel angry for a while, but you will soon know the reality."
"All that remains is to sweep away the victory. That's enough."
The senseless man just nodded silently past Ho Sanja and headed backward. His complexity came to mind on his face.
It was a strange thing.
Clearly, winning didn't occur to me that the bully had won. He won the match, but felt defeated as a prosecutor.
Then Mu Jin approached him.
"The death penalty."
"How was it?"
The sense of apathy hesitated, unable to answer immediately.
It was too difficult to express in a few words how I felt about this beemoo.
"The death penalty. Maybe we should...….”
Trying to say something, he suddenly looked at Ho Sanja's back in the distance.
"I don't know if I was missing a lot because of the name Shudang."
The shaman's disciple was not worth saying.
But Mu Jin heard it and nodded silently, not scolding him.
Bimu is learning by comparing each other's radishes.
People in the world think that the true meaning of bimu is to compare it to the true meaning of Bimu, but the true meaning of Bimu lies in learning.
In that sense, they were learning more than they thought through this inscription.
I wish the other priests would know.….’
Mu Jin sighed quietly.
"It's okay. I'm just exhausted."
"Are you sure you're okay?"
Dang-Soso nodded with a serious look. However, he did not let go of his hand, which seemed to have caught the pulse of the ungum just in case, he did not know.
"I have internal injuries, but you'll get well after about three days."
"That's a relief……."
It was only then that the tension on the shoulders of Hawsan's disciples was relieved. If the ungum had suffered serious injuries, it would not have been their speed.
Ungum's unconscious face looked strangely calm. Some of Hwasan's disciples saw him like that and eventually stole the eye.
Especially, Baek Sang was biting his lips as if he were about to cry.
Then, a low voice came from behind them.
"Don't get carried away by emotions."
Everyone looked back and Chung-Myung was approaching in a calm new way.
"Remember what you've seen and learned. Because the lord wants it."
"I'll never forget!”
How can I forget? I saw that with my eyes. I felt all over what Ungum was trying to convey.
Looking at their serious faces, Chung-Myung rolled up the corners of his mouth. It was a story he couldn't tell, a lesson he couldn't tell.There is a limit to what a person can do alone. That's why people gather together. You can't do it alone, but you can do it together.
Chung-Myung slowly looked around everyone.
"Who's still scared of losing?"
There was no return answer, but everyone's eyes were fully answered.
Chung-Myung, who nodded loudly, pointed to the rain with his chin.
"Get out of the way, death penalty! I'm coming out!"
"You don't have to step up to the plate! I'm coming!"
As soon as the words were over, shouts broke out here and there with fright. It was the complete opposite of the time when he was reluctant to step up a little while ago.
"Oh, the death penalty is weaker than I am!I'm coming!"
"What, you son of a b*tc*? Do you want to hang out?"
"There are ups and downs in the cold water! Everybody stop talking nonsense and get lost!"
"What? See if you can hear the top and bottom of your head?"
"So, So, calm down.”
Well, I think it's a little too much.
But it's better than dilly-dally.
It was a moment when Chung-Myung, who was a little flustered, tried to point out one of them.
"Be quiet, everyone."
A voice that was even bleak covered everyone's mouth.
It was Baek Sang, who grabbed the sword with a demon-like face.
"I'm coming out."
"Anyone who has a problem?"
Everyone shut their mouths. I felt like I had to risk my life to talk about my dissatisfaction.
Baek Sang looks at Chung-Myung with his lips full.
"Can I go out?”
"Uh……, uh, get out."
Even the world's Chung-Myung flinched at the momentum.
Baek Sang headed to the non-stage without looking back. Looking at the back of it, Chung-Myung wiped away a cold sweat.
'Is it because they're young?'
That's a little extreme.….
"Everyone, go away now. Guanju needs to relax.”
When So-so spoke plainly, the people standing around Ungum stepped back like a low tide. As if he would never interfere with the rest of the ungum.
Last but not least, Chung-Myung looked down at the unconscious ungum.
I wish I could show you that.
"I'm telling you……."
I didn't expect it to be this perfect...….
In fact, Chung-Myung only taught them how to overcome it.
That's why I couldn't tell you. The unknowingly lost mind delivered so well today.
Chung-Myung, who expressed his deep gratitude as a plum blossom inspection, turned slowly.
Returning to his seat, he stared at Baek Sang, who was standing on the stage.
Only Baek Sang was standing alone on the stage, whether the shaman had yet to decide who would come out of the shaman.
"Who's coming out?”
"…...anybody will come out."
"Can we win?"
Baek Cheon burst into laughter at Chung-Myung's sharp response.
"I suppose so."
No luck can hope for victory now. No matter how many victories he won in front of him, he won five times. However, ten consecutive defeats may have clouded the victory and filled with shame.
'If it weren't for private accommodation, I would.'
But things have changed now.
Ungum told Hwasan's disciples that winning was not everything.
Isn't it obvious that his disciples, who were afraid of losing, are trying to step up without you?
"If you can lose confidently, it's not bad to lose."
At Baek Cheon's words, Chung-Myung's face twisted as if something were not right. It was a face that I couldn't say with my mouth even though I was going to die. Baek Cheon sighed and added."…I know it's better to win."
Then Chung-Myung made a groaning sound and sighed deeply.
The way he looked at the shaman was bleak.
"I can't help it this time, so I'll put up with it once. But……."
"Next time, I'll smear it."
Baek Cheon shook his head as Chung-Myung gritted his teeth and recited.
'Anyway, it's full of greed.'
Already they've gained so much beyond words.
Considering that this was not what we had planned from the beginning, we had a good result. It wasn't a level of comment, but it was a ridiculous hit.
Nevertheless, he was still not satisfied.
"I'm sure this is what brought him all the way here, but...….’
Baek Cheon's eyes turned to Baek Sang, who stood on the stage.
Perhaps Baek Sang knew enough. Sometimes there is more valuable defeat than victory.
"Cheer up, Baek Sang."
It's enough if you can show Hwasan's spirit.
Baek Sang fought his way out, but it was impossible to close the absolute gap. However, he clearly showed that he didn't give up until the end.
Those who went on non-stage in succession also did their best, but they were not the opponents of shaman-like disciples.
Literally, it was overbearing.
However, the people watching did not look at Hwasan as they looked at the defeated.
"You lost again."
"Is it seven versus five?"
"You're buying seven."
"Oh, yeah. I decided not to play that round for the first time.”
The middlemen kicked their tongues.
"Tsk tsk, I guess you've worked hard, but you've run out of energy. It's a shame.”
"You know what?"
Those who were regrettable suddenly realized.
That means that they expected that much. Which means even they thought maybe Hwasan could catch a shaman.
Even though I know how ridiculous that is.
They can see that Hwasan's disciples fighting on the stage are clearly losing ground, but that didn't mean to laugh at the defeat.
"You mean a shaman.
"What do you mean a shaman? Wasan is a great thing.
One of the middlemen spoke up.
"Is that a ridiculous fight in the first place? In what case do you mean a great disciple and a great disciple? You have to fight your opponent."
"Why is it the shaman's fault? Hawsan's great disciples are poor."
"Yeah, I'm sure it's weak!"
The man who was talking shouted.
"But is it the job of a prestigious place to aim for it because the opponent is weak?" If the shaman had a conscience, they would have brought these great disciples! What does it mean to leave this great student behind in the first place? Don't you think you're going to deal with these great disciples of HWASAN as your best student?"
"Did you really do that's not true. I guess that's what happened."
"Let's just say that's what you said! Then we can slow down the choreography a little and bring our great disciples back from the mainland!"
"This is a disgrace.”
The eyes of those heading toward the shaman were not good.
It didn't bother me when I first came to enjoy entertainment. However, it was clear to them that the game was more intense than they thought and that something was twisted at the moment when Hwasan felt sorry for his fight.
"That's why Hwasan is great!"
“…….”"If I had told my ten-year-old to do a rubbing in the presence of many of these great disciples, I would have thrown them out without looking back. But aren't they fighting silently, not cursing because it's cowardly?"
"…I can tell.”
"The man who fights against that great disciple is now, of course, losing. But 20 years...…. In ten years' time, will a shaman ever be a match for Hwasan? There are already young students fighting against the shaman's great student."
At first it was just a favor.
Who wouldn't be kind to those who rob the warehouses of bandits and carry them all the way over here? So, even if he can't win, he clapped for him to work hard.
However, those who watched the game realized why Hwasan's name was making the world cry.
"The world will change. Hwasan, there was a reason for your reputation to rise.”
Not a few nodded sympathetically.
Of course, there were those who objected inwardly and openly, making it obvious that there were many mixed feelings, but no one could deny that Hwasan was never the HWASAN of the past.
Without noticing, the "Hwasan" clique has already risen to a position where it can stand shoulder to shoulder with that prestigious shaman.
Behind the chaotic whirlpool of emotion, a person slowly rose.
He was a burly-faced man, dressed in a rough pillow, somewhere between old and old. He murmured as he stared at the stage with cold eyes.
"…I took my eyes off it for a while…….”
It's not like Hwasan...….
He shook his head in an amount that he didn't like and turned around and began to walk slowly.
Clothes that had begun to wear off were scattered around. The Songmungo sword hanging from his waist shone as if it were new.