The sword flew as fast as a ray of light, but again with a flair. If the wind becomes a blade, I think it'll be like this.
But it wasn't speed or flexibility that made the sword dangerous. It was a dense life filled with swords.
The flying sword bounced off Chung-Myung's sword. However, the Japanese apricot sword, which was pushed back, changed its direction smoothly as if it had been expected, and soon scattered dozens of swords on Ho Gong.
A sword is one that touches the fingertips. But the sword has left the fingertips. That's why the walkway can't be done. This is because the arrow that left the bow cannot be controlled.
Spraying the sword from the beginning is no different from expressing a willingness to win, even if it hurts the opponent in the end.
Chung-Myung, who grated his teeth, swung the sword. Dozens of sword scans were created in Ho Gong, breaking each flying red sword.
"What the hell are you doing?"
What made Chung-Myung angry was not her outburst of flesh, nor her insensitive sword.
That's Yoo-Esul staring at him from behind the sword.
Those eyes that are emotionless but seem to be criticizing.
Yoo-Esul's body kicked up the ground.
Chung-Myung's eyes darkened. I've said several times that rising to Ho Gong is not a good habit. Unlike the ground, movement is restricted in Ho Gong. You don't have to restrict movement on your own.
Yoo-Esul's sword, wielded in Ho Gong, smokes dozens of plum blossoms. Not too much, just enough to cover your body.
But a small number doesn't mean it's not dangerous.
The petals scattered around Ho Gong have been aiming for Chung-Myung, flying vividly one by one by one.
In the fluttering petals, a sword with a red sword raised its head like a viper and flooded Chung-Myung as if to bite him. Like a serpent hanging from a branch full of plum blossoms and raiding passersby!
Without a moment of hesitation, the sword flew straight to Chung-Myung's neck stem.
Chung-Myung slid her sword to the side, raising its blade. At the same time, he flew backwards and avoided flying petals.
But Yoo-Esul didn't seem to have any intention of letting him go.
Park Chan on the ground, she was closely followed by Chung-Myung, who was trying to move away. Then, he drew Ho Gong across the white paper as if he were hitting a orchid.
This time, Chung-Myung's sword stuck to the side of Yoo-Esul's sword and pushed it away slightly. The small movement too easily dislodged the sword's trajectory.
Yoo-Esul's black hair brushed right over Chung-Myung's head.
Thanks to this, Chung-Myung's feet hit directly on his completely empty side.
Oh, my god!
There was a shock of twisting the intestines, but Yoo-Esul leaned forward and dispersed the shock and ran forward to lower the sword.
Chung-Myung's body moved sideways.
A sword with powerful power left a scar on the ground. This kind of censorship, which risks injury but is persistent in targeting others, can never come from the practice between death penalty and death penalty.
There was a loud shout that Yoo-Esul couldn't hear. At the same time, her sword spewed a stormy sword. As if he was going to destroy everything he could reach, a sword carrying a strong inner space poured endlessly toward Chung-Myung.The red sword created by Yoo-Esul embroidered the black night.
Chung-Myung, who grabbed the sword in a flash, gained strength. His eyes were filled with an unparalleled aura.
The flying sword failed to penetrate the heavily wielded sword and was destroyed. But at that moment Yoo-Esul's sword shook violently in Ho Gong again.
The sword, shaken enough to look blurred, smoked red plum blossoms in Ho Gong, and quickly began to swell into dozens.
plum blossom increments.
The plum blossoms Yoo-Esul created dissipated with the wind. A flower petal that flew like a fantasy was heard for Chung-Myung's whole body.
The most deadly flower.
Chung-Myung also saw the plum-blossom method of flying so alive toward him. The corners of his mouth twisted.
He swung the sword once to fix it and moved slowly.
(sighs) (Screaming) (Screaming)
His sword was drawn diagonally.
A red line was created among the petals that flew in endlessly. The petals that touched the line crumbled, creating a huge gap.
Park Chan-chung-Myung dug through the gap like a ray of light with an explosive force.
Yoo-Esul also rushed toward Chung-Myung as if he knew it would come out like this. And swung the sword at his neck at an invisible speed.
Hana Chung-Myung neither avoided nor spilled the sword this time.
Chung-Myung's sword faced Yoo-Esul's sword with a formidable force. Red blood sprang out of Yoo-Esul's mouth.
Oh, my god!
Chung-Myung, who blew her sword, slammed into the solar plexus with his shoulder. Yoo-Esul's body flew like a rock kicked and crashed.
Looking at Yoo-Esul, who collapsed, Chung-Myung said quietly, catching his breath.
"That's too much of a joke."
Under no circumstances can it be acceptable to shoot and kill the death penalty. Of course, I would have done it knowing that I wouldn't be able to beat Chung-Myung, but even so.
At that time, Yoo-Esul raised himself with a sword on the floor.
Even so, his white face turned pale and red blood was flowing around his mouth.
Yoo-Esul, who returned with a blank face, muttered and stared at Chung-Myung. And asked quietly.
"What do you think?"
Chung-Myung, who frowned as if he didn't know the meaning of the question, sighed and opened his mouth.
"…The sword is light. But it's great to make up for that. There's no one comparable at that age."
"What do you think?"
But it was the same question that came back.
Chung-Myung looked at Yoo-Esul, slightly distorting his face. Yoo-Esul opened his mouth first because he didn't answer.
With such a calm voice, Chung-Myung bit his lips.
"Accidents are not weak."
"No, an accident. I know what you're talking about, but an accident...….”
"I'm weak. I'm sick of it."
Chung-Myung became speechless. Yoo-Esul's eyes didn't shake a bit. So I could tell. That this isn't just about hitting.
"I told you, we're your swords."
It was like saying that when fighting Jang Nilso.
Yoo-Esul shook his head.
"You fought better. When we're not around, more. We were only in the way then. It's cumbersome...…to be protected while fighting.”
Yoo-Esul's eyes were dark as he stared straight at Chung-Myung."I didn't do anything in this fight."
It was a battle that didn't match the level of thought.
But Chung-Myung couldn't bring himself to say it. That's because I don't know how humiliating the word would sound to the prosecutor.
"The accident is getting stronger fast enough. To the point where it's too much."
This was Chung-Myung's true intention, with no lies or secrets.
They are already stronger than they were at that age. Compared to the inspection of plum blossoms, which opened the way alone, the foundation was unparalleled.
It is just not showing its strength because it has not fully released what it has.
But Yoo-Esul was not easily convinced.
"Too much is not good."
At that, Yoo-Esul stared at Chung-Myung.
A short sigh came out of Chung-Myung's mouth as he faced the gaze. Despite spending quite a long time together, Chung-Myung still sometimes found it hard to guess what this expressionless accident was thinking.
"Then when will I be strong?"
"Far away? Relax in Hwasan, where you've been bleeding and suffering?"
Chung-Myung was as reticent as his lips were stiff.
I love you.
Yoo-Esul said, retrieving the sword and pushing it into the sword house.
"It doesn't mean anything, it does."
"The sword that you can't use when you need it is worse than the blunt knife that is used on time. It's an ornament.”
Yoo-Esul looked at Chung-Myung with an expressionless face and asked.
"Why are you scared?”
"Why don't you teach us?”
"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm……."
"He didn't teach me how to do it.”
"What are you talking about? Plum Blossom and Plum Blossom and Plum Blossom and Plum Blossom and Plum Blossom...….”
Yoo-Esul interrupted Chung-Myung. Like you don't want to hear the obvious.
"Why is your sword different from ours?"
Chung-Myung shut up.
Because he realized Yoo-Esul wasn't wrong.
"I've learned how to fight, not lose my will, fighting, everything. But……."
She shook her head slowly.
Chung-Myung knows. What does that strange word mean?
Even if it's the same plum print test, Chung-Myung's sword and their sword are different. A sword that he learned and sifted himself in the real world of his sword. This is why it is so dark and cruel to live without.
However, although they have strengthened their practicality, they are still in touch with the prototype of Hawasan's plumage test.
Therefore, Chung-Myung pressed them but did not distort the direction of the prosecution.
"I've never given you what you have."
"…It's not that I didn't give it to you."
"I want to smoke plum blossoms."
"Not a picturesque plum, but a living plum."
Yoo-Esul's gaze turned to the distant night sky. As she looked at the night sky without saying a word, she stared at Chung-Myung with a transparent gaze again.
"I don't know."
"Why are you scared?"
Chung-Myung's eyes became fierce.
Yoo-Esul sighed after seeing Chung-Myung's reaction.
"We're just us. I don't know what you want from us.”
Chung-Myung was silent for a moment. Then he opened his mouth as if he was about to say something, and Yoo-Esul opened his mouth first.
She apologized to Chung-Myung and bowed slightly.
"People have their own circumstances. I know, I know."
"……but if you don't help me, I'll do it by myself. I don't want to be the only shining sword after the war. It's a worthless ornament. All I want is a real sword. "Even if the blade goes out and cracks, the real sword is where it needs to be."Her voice seemed firmly emblazoned with a firm will.
"There won't be anything like last time. I'll protect you. 'Cause I'm in your accident.'
At the end of the sentence, Yoo-Esul turned away. And he moved away from Chung-Myung without hesitation.
Chung-Myung's face, staring at her back, was so complex that it was hard to express.
For a long time, she stared in the direction that she had gone so far without saying a word, and bit her lips.
I laughed in vain. No, I tried to laugh in vain.
However, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't smile.
Looking up at the sky, Cheon Mun didn't give him a voice today.
I could only hear the sound of the river flowing by and the sound of low grassworms.