Absolute Regression

Episode 183: When there is a rift between people.

The next day, I went to the place where the Cheongwons were training.

Wearing blue military uniforms, they were definitely different from the Baekwons. There was room for the difference in skill level.

Since the horse had not arrived yet, I exchanged pleasantries with them. Of course they knew that I trained with Baekquan.

one of them asked me.

“Have you learned everything you need to learn in Baekwon? “I heard it only lasted about seven or eight days?”

“How long did it take you?”

“There was this bitch. “If you haven’t learned Baekquan properly, training in Cheongquan won’t be easy.”

It seemed like he was saying this out of concern, but in reality, he was probably showing his disapproval. We worked hard for two years, but you passed it in just a few days. He implicitly expressed his dissatisfaction with the fact that he benefited from his status as a scholar. Isn’t it a difference in status rather than a difference in ability?

I didn’t bother to make excuses to him. There would be people with similar complaints anyway, and this was not an issue that could be resolved with words.

After a while, Gwonma appeared there. What I learned after coming here is that Kwon Ma personally taught martial arts training from white fists to black fists. Other Magons only guided their disciples, and their subordinates were in charge of teaching them, but Gwon Ma personally took care of all his subordinates.

“I think directing all of the Tekkens is something truly worthy of respect.”

I said out loud. Everyone may think I’m flattering, but I really mean it. It’s an atmosphere where no questions are asked, and Gwonma has probably never heard anything like this before. So I did it.

The horse’s eyes turned to me. I spoke louder, looking at the fierce and blunt face.

“That’s great!”

Even if you say it once, you should say it when everyone is present, rather than saying it 100 times when the two of you are together. At least this part is not a lie. He deserves praise. It wasn’t really easy for Mazon to take care of all his subordinates.

Nevertheless, the look in Gwonma’s eyes said this.

– Modifications do not work.

This is how my eyes looked.

―Then it will work because it is not a modification.

As the training began in earnest, all of the Cheongwons took off their tops.

From Cheongquan, I trained topless. The goal is to look at every muscle movement.

Everyone took off their tops and their eyes turned to me. The looks in their eyes asking them to take a look at the body of our frail scientist.

I also slowly took off my clothes. Everyone was shocked when they saw my body.

Numerous injuries to muscles strengthened through training. These were wounds that would have shocked even the horseman if he knew who they had gotten them from.

I smiled broadly and told everyone.

“I came here to avoid getting hit.”

It was an obvious mockery that passed the corner of Gwonma’s mouth. He still had disbelief and wanted to see how long I could endure.

The full-scale training began.

In this martial arts training, they didn’t teach me a single movement, so I watched them perform it and followed along. Breathing techniques were also important from the beginning when they learned how to eat, and I learned those breathing techniques as well. By closely examining their noses, necks, and mouths using Shinanjutsu, they were able to find out how to breathe.

And I asked Gwonma to confirm.

“Please see if this breathing technique is correct.”

“Who did you learn breathing techniques from?”

“I learned it by watching you perform martial arts.”

It seemed like no one believed the government officials.

But I will trust the horse. He must be reading my prayers. How does he evaluate my skills?

My father’s words came to mind. It is said that if you get involved in martial arts and martial arts, you will definitely get along.

Looking at him, I raised my hand and said.

“I have another question!”

* * *

I practiced hard the next day and the day after that.

The somewhat slanted gaze of the Blue House members towards me soon disappeared. I worked hard, did better than anyone else, and above all, I brought out a new side of my horse.

“How should this herbivory be utilized in actual combat?”

Strictly speaking, this question was not a question for the audience, but a question for the audience.

Obviously, Gwonma wanted to tell his subordinates about the practical use of Chosik. If it were me, I would want to tell you. Isn’t that what a recommendation is?

Indeed, Gwonma explained it in such detail that I wondered what would have happened if I had not asked. The Blue House also looked surprised. I probably didn’t know that Gwonma could explain it so well.

“Do you have a special mindset to not be afraid of the sword?”

I have a question about this psychological aspect.

“Why martial law?”

I also asked a fundamental question.

In fact, from the white fist to the black fist, and even the magic power, it will be a question that must continue to be asked.

At the same time as that question, I naturally asked myself as well.

‘Why a sword?’

How you answer this question will determine how far a person can grow.

Five days after starting Cheongquan training.

Gwonma spoke to me in front of Cheonggwon warriors watching.

“Starting tomorrow, you will come to Jeokjeon training.”

“yes.”

There was no hearing that was dissatisfied with this decision. In a few days, I was able to perfectly use the herbal diet they had taught me.

To top it off, the man I spoke to on the first day came and apologized.

“Please forgive my rudeness on the first day.”

“Anyone would think that. “There are probably people in the red world who say the same thing.”

“That person will come to apologize like me in a few days. Thank you for opening our foolish and inadequate eyes.”

All of the Cheonggwon warriors standing behind him bowed their heads slightly to me. I also bowed my head to them. It must have been a very meaningful time for them just because they were able to see a new side of Gwonma.

* * *

“I heard that Mugeuk is training under Gwonma.”

Geommuyang was paying close attention to her younger brother’s movements.

“It is said that he broke through to the Blue Kwon training in just ten days and started training with the Red Kwons two or three days ago.”

Mabul, who was sitting across from me, answered.

“It is quite possible if you have engineering and martial arts skills.”

Mabul knew what the archduke was worried about. If this continues, I’m probably worried that Lee Gongja may actually become Gwon Ma’s disciple.

“You don’t have to worry about boxing. If Lee Gong-ja tried to attract him, it would only backfire.”

Then Geommuyang remembered the past.

“Do you remember what you told me before?”

“What did I tell you?”

“A drunkard is an unpredictable person. If he starts to stir, even Lee Gong-ja will not be able to deal with him easily. Lee Gong-ja will lose the Mazon he has carefully collected.”

This is what Mabul said to Geommuyang when he received a broken liquor bottle from Chwima in the past.

But in the end, the news that came was that Geommugeuk was having fun drinking and drinking.

“Don’t be offended. “It’s because I can’t ignore what happened when I was drunk.”

I told him not to take offense, but Mabul was not in a good mood. Is it really necessary to repeat exactly what I said? Doesn’t this mean that you were still thinking about what happened at that time?

Is it really impossible to reverse once a rift occurs between people?

At first, I tried my best to ignore the gold and was careful not to break it any further. In the end, I thought it would be okay as long as it didn’t break.

But Mabul feels it.

What is important in human relationships is not whether the gold breaks or not. The fact that there is a crack is itself a problem.

If the other person wasn’t Geommuyang, this relationship would have already been resolved in some way. But it can’t be done. Because Geommuyang was the path she chose. Because I bet my life on him.

Geommuyang said to Mabul.

“Would you like to meet Gwon Ma and find out what he thinks?”

“Yes, I will meet you sometime.”

Mabul readily accepted the request.

Mabul, who was getting up from his seat, looked back at Geommuyang. I wanted to say this to him. If you’re nervous, you can show that you’re nervous. You can tell me everything. My younger brother is so strong that I can’t handle him. After saying all that, I think I will feel a little more at ease.

But the words got stuck in my throat and wouldn’t come out.

“Why are you doing this? “Do you have anything to say?”

“no. “I’ll be back.”

As he left his office, Mabul blamed himself.

If the Archduke can’t do it, he can be honest with himself… It’s not about blaming Geommuyang.

* * *

The next day, Mabul’s steps stopped as he entered the Donggwon Gate.

I saw Geommugeuk together with martial artists of the right authority.

“Spread your legs wider. “Put your arms down.”

The sword dance was watching their movements. I know he’s not an ordinary person, but he’s been pretending to be so friendly with warriors in power for just a few days?

Then Mabul saw. The eyes and expressions of the sword dance. He was talking passionately with his opponents, like a person who was truly immersed in martial arts.

Yeah, that’s why. Everyone falls in love with it. If he had been careful, he would have been fooled by the strange heat that would have caused him to fall in.

At that time, Geommugeuk saw Mabul and ran to him to greet him.

“long time no see. how are you?”

Geommugeuk smiled brightly. How nice would it be if Geommu smiled brightly like that?

‘no. Let’s not think about it for nothing. ‘He’s smiling like that because he’s an enemy.’

Isn’t it true that humans treat complete strangers with a big smile, but then give the impression that they are having a hard time with their own people? Don’t be fooled by that smile. The Archduke is annoyed because he is on our side, and the Prince Lee is smiling because he is our enemy.

“There are widespread rumors that you are obsessed with martial arts these days.”

“Because I’m working on Netherland, there are so many people I want to beat up with my fists.”

“Look, let’s not be so hypocritical among ourselves. “Aren’t you coming to get Gwonma on your side?”

“It’s really good to hear you say that it’s just between us.”

My ears keep melting at that three-chip tongue that clearly says it’s good to listen to.

“Stop pretending and go swing that cotton fist.”

After trying to treat him coldly, Ma Bul headed to Gwon Ma’s office. A sword dance cry was heard from behind.

“Mabul Kwon said it was a baby’s hand, but Mabul said it was a cotton fist?”

* * *

“Since you are busy, I will get to the point. “The reason I came here today is because of Lee Gongja.”

As if he knew that would happen, Gwonma remained silent and waited for Mabul’s next words. The tall and bulky Gwonma and the Mabul, who were much smaller than an average person, were together, so the two people were a real contrast.

“Gongja Lee’s intention to learn martial arts is a ploy to attract you to him.”

In fact, Mabul had not had a close relationship with Gwonma before, but he had an inner intimacy of his own. He considered his small stature and that scary face to be equal. I thought it was the same physical weakness in that people frowned when they saw it.

Of course, I have never revealed such private thoughts to anyone.

“so? “Are you here because you’re afraid I might fall for Lee Gongja?”

“That’s right. I was worried about that. I passed the Hyeolcheon Doma and Ilhwa Geomjon as well. Even the worst somas and intoxicants.”

Mabul spoke honestly. If you talk back for no reason, you could end up in trouble later. You should tell him this.

“Gongja Lee is a fox. A fox with a hundred tails. That 3-chi tongue is sweeter than the tongue of a treacherous spirit. “If you let your guard down, you will soon find yourself taking on Professor Lee as your disciple.”

Gwonma looked at Mabul and suddenly asked.

“Did you almost fall for it too?”

For a moment, Mabul flinched inwardly, but spoke confidently.

“I have been and will always be on the Archduke’s side.”

“I hate Gongja Lee. “Protect the Archduke.”

Mabul was startled. I’ve said something like that to myself before.

“They said they would end the succession battle without shedding blood.”

“Do you believe that?”

“Do you believe?”

Mabul made no reply. It was a moment when I should have said I didn’t believe it, but the words didn’t come out. He came to reassure Gwonma, but he is only confirming that he was swayed by Geommugeuk.

“Go and tell the Archduke. “My support for the Archduke has not changed.”

I don’t know what Gwonma’s sincerity was, but Mabul thought that giving him this warning was enough.

“The Grand Duke will be greatly pleased.”

Just like that, Mabul left the office.

On the way back, I saw the sword dance performance again. Far away in the training hall, he was still practicing his martial arts skills and fighting skills. Even from afar, you can feel that you are truly immersed in martial arts and practicing it. Just like when I was young and fell in love with martial arts.

There have been many times that I have thought the sword dance was great, but today I felt a little different.

It was probably even more so because of the people I was training with. Have you already believed it too? It’s been so long since we’ve known each other that why are we shaking our fists together?

Mabul suddenly became afraid of the sword dance.

Doubts rush in like crazy. What if that trick that shakes people’s hearts is sincere? What if I turn out to be an idiot and a schemer? What if I stand in line wrong?

But soon Mabul shook his head. The more this happens, the more strength I have to exert. He walked powerfully, radiating golden brilliance. Even though he was confused and pushed, he reached the gold level.

Grand Duke, let us do our best.

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