EP.32 Just hold on three times. (2)
Hold on for three times (2)
Dang So-yeol had something different in mind from the time he was young.
When Sega’s children were chasing dogs and cats, they were chasing reptiles like snakes.
After that, he chased after beasts such as wolves and tigers.
A snarling charm with fierce eyes that were torn apart. The aura of a predator that he exudes when facing a weak animal couldn’t be more cool.
That’s why, when the talk of engagement with Namgung-ga came up in the past, I gritted my teeth and resisted.
Dang So-yeol did not like Namgung Cheon-jun.
Even though everyone says he’s handsome and the best talent in the world.
‘You look like a parasitic brother.’
It makes me feel good every time I see it.
I also didn’t like the vague, dark feeling that I got from not being dazzled by Namgung Cheonjun’s appearance.
There’s something strange about him.
I feel a sense of incongruity in the way he treats me so affectionately.
I couldn’t understand why other female reviewers couldn’t live without seeing Namgung Cheonjun.
Compared to him, Namgungbia is a good person.
She is a quiet person and doesn’t show it in her expressions, but her sincerity is evident in her caring actions and she accepts even if she is sometimes mean to me.
Dang So-yeol likes Namgung Bi-a, who accepts his shortcomings without any worries.
I was really touched when Namgungbia kept her promise to come to the next party convention.
Looking at Namgung Cheonjun who followed behind, I wondered why he followed me again.
Wherever Namgung Bia goes, there is Namgung Cheonjun.
Why on earth?
From what I saw, it didn’t seem like Namgung Bi-a liked Namgung Cheon-jun that much.
Since she had no expression at all, I couldn’t really understand her. It didn’t seem like something worth asking.
“That’s right, Dangrang-ah.”
-Grrrr.
It was a huge wolf with black mane, a mountain wolf raised by Dang So-yeol.
How can this fierce face be so cute? Tang So-yeol gently stroked Tang Lang.
“..Oh, you cute guy, I wish all the men in the world were like you.”
Tang So-yeol hoped that would be the case, but he knew that it would not be possible.
Even if you just look at Namgung Cheonjun, that bastard from Murongga, or Peng Woojin from Pengga, they were all gentlemen with soft lines.
How can all three of them be so parasitic?
Even Namgung and Moyong’s sons had a strangely uneasy side.
‘… My brother Peng Woojin is just a strange person.’
Thinking about the things I had done wrong with Dangju Station made my head hurt a little.
How could she have become close with Peng Ah-hee the moment she first met him? That was the kind of rapport that younger sisters with older brothers with strange personalities had.
I think the last time we met was right after Peng Ah-hee broke off her engagement.
Where did you say you got engaged? I don’t think I heard the details.
I remember saying that he was just a piece of shit and that it was a good thing they broke off the engagement.
“…Isn’t there a cool guy somewhere?”
The only love in the Tang Dynasty was the love of a single man, Dang So-yeol, who was in his teenage years.
That night.
Dang So-yeol was walking with Namgung Bi-a along the lake.
The lotus lake, which is a work of art of the Tang dynasty, is a place that cannot be entered without permission and the company of a blood relative.
The lotus flowers floating on the lake may look ordinary, but they are all spiritual plants that possess spiritual energy.
The lake that floats it is like that, and so are the fish that live there.
According to the Tang lord, it was a luxury item that the craftsmen of the old Tang dynasty worked hard to make.
Dang So-yeol also honestly agreed with this part.
It’s incredibly pretty, but… other than that, there’s nothing special about it…
While walking slowly along the night road, Dang So-yeol asked Namgung Bi-a.
“Unnie Via, was your trip here okay?”
“… Yeah, I got a little lost though… .”
“… I got lost again.”
Namgungbia was really strangely timid.
Even though he was going normally, he kept going down a different path. Dang So-yeol thought that perhaps his seemingly blind personality was partly to blame.
“Still, how did you find me… I was anxious.”
“I had company.”
“Are you accompanying me?”
“huh.”
Are you talking about the other Sega people who came with Namgung Sega today?
I heard it was called Guga, but honestly, I don’t know much about it.
All I know is that the head of the household is a famous superhuman.
That Geombong is a blood relative there and that he is the best in Shanxi.
Perhaps because Sega rarely had any outside schedules, Dang So-yeol knew almost nothing about him.
It was also unusual for a member of the Gu family to attend this party’s general meeting.
Dangju Station, don’t you know Sogajuni?
“Are you talking about that place called Guga?”
“that’s right….”
What could it be? Dang So-yeol had the illusion that Namgung Bi-a was smiling faintly.
I’ve never seen Namgungbia smile before.
I walked a little further, feeling the night breeze.
More than Dang So-yeol’s position, it seemed like Namgung Bi-a did not want to go back.
As I was walking like that, I stopped.
It was because I felt presence.
“… I don’t hear any sign of my brother.”
There are two sounds.
It was hard to see his face because he was in the shadows, but at least he wasn’t from the Tang family.
“Who are you?”
Dang So-yeol asked.
He seems startled by the voice.
It doesn’t seem like an intruder or an enemy, so perhaps a guest came to Sega by mistake.
“This is a place where outsiders are not allowed to enter.”
Slowly, the moonlight began to shine, revealing the faces of those hidden in the shadows.
Tang Xiaoyeol’s breath was held for a moment when he saw them, especially the boy’s face.
No, maybe time has stopped.
Boom! Boom!
I can feel my heart pounding in real time.
He is a boy with pitch-black hair, slightly frowning eyes, and a furrowed eyebrow that looks as if he doesn’t like something, creating a fierce atmosphere.
“Well, if you don’t answer, then….”
Her voice was trembling, and her speech was slightly stammering. Did it show? Tang So-yeol couldn’t figure out why she was anxious about this.
Namgungbia, who was quietly standing next to him, whispered in his ear and told him about the boy.
He is a person from the Gu family.
-It’s a phrase.
The boy said.
Gujeolyeop… Even the name sounds cool.
Oh, that’s not it. What was I saying?
He says something and I say something in response.
I don’t remember.
I wish my heart, which is beating like crazy, would just calm down a bit.
Tang Xiaoyeol realized that he was in big trouble.
This wasn’t good. I felt like I needed to get out of here quickly.
The boy soon turned around and left, and Tang So-yeol tried to remain calm and spent the night there.
I couldn’t even sleep a wink.
The next day, the Dangju Station said that they gathered only the people who had come to the Dangbyeongjeonhoe and had a meal together.
My body, which had been sore from not being able to sleep, began to become more animated by the sound.
‘… Please come to your senses.’
He spoke to his heart, but Tang Xiaoyeol’s heart seemed not to hear him and began to pound again.
What if they come?
What if he doesn’t come?
It was a ridiculous and contradictory thought, even to me.
Finally, the boy from yesterday comes in.
I don’t know why, but I was arm in arm with Namgung Cheonjun.
Were you two close? Strangely, it doesn’t feel like that.
The meal started quickly, but Tang So-yeol couldn’t tell whether the food was going into his nose or his mouth.
The gaze was solely directed at the boy.
‘My eyes are torn. How…. Cool.’
‘I guess you can’t eat spicy food, you’re cool.’
‘Oh, I’m coughing. How cute.’
As I was thinking about it like that, before I knew it, I was sitting next to him.
‘She must be crazy… What is this behavior?’
Although his ability to act on his own initiative was excellent, his shrunken voice was a problem.
Tang So-yeol looked like he was going crazy because of the frown on his face, as if he couldn’t hear properly.
A long time ago, a servant used to say that if a person was too nice, he would tremble, and I think I now know a little bit what he meant.
I feel like I should ask something.
What should I ask…?
Do you have a favorite poison…? I’m good at using daggers, so would you like to practice dagger fighting with me…?
‘… This doesn’t seem right.’
Favorite food? Okay, let me ask you something a little bit cliche.
“Your Majesty… Do you happen to like…?”
“Brother Tang, is that the training ground down there?”
The words that Tang So-yeol had spoken with the utmost courage in his life were blocked by Namgung Cheon-jun’s words.
“What did you say, Miss Tang?”
The boy asked Tang So-yeol back with a kind heart, but Tang So-yeol could not say the words that had already been broken.
I just promised myself that one day I would put poison in Namgung Cheonjun’s tea.
That clueless guy ended up coming down to the training ground and continued to interfere.
Suddenly, Namgung Cheonjun asks the boy for a favor.
Tang So-yeol unconsciously shouted in protest at that absurd statement.
“No!”
What’s not working?
There may be age differences and level differences in the non-combat, but if you really want to explain it, you could say those are the reasons.
‘Face… what if it gets hurt!’
That was the problem for Dang So-yeol.
What would I do if there was even a scratch on that precious face?
If there was even a scar on that wild face that anyone would look down on.
It seemed like Dang So-yeol was going to do something bad to Namgung Cheon-jun.
However, despite Tang So-yeol’s persuasion, the boy accepted Namgung Cheon-jun’s secret weapon.
Namgung Cheonjun doesn’t use his internal energy or even uses one foot.
Still, it is a thunder dragon.
Even though Dang So-yeol was called Dokbong, it was questionable whether he could even touch the hem of Namgung Cheon-jun’s clothes without using his internal energy.
That’s how high the position that Namgung Cheonjun had among the later indexes was.
Wouldn’t it be possible to deal with the Brain Dragon only if the highest ranking swordsman, the Guga, comes to the forefront?
In that situation, Dang So-yeol could only watch with anxious eyes.
Should I intervene if I feel like I’m going to get hurt? What’s my relationship with it?
‘… That’s right, what’s my relationship with it?’
I didn’t know what to do, so I looked at Namgungbia next to me.
“Sister…?”
Namgungbia’s expression was the same as before, and he was holding the sword handle with one hand.
No, it seemed like his expression was a little different than usual. His breathing also seemed a little faster.
Should I watch my brother’s secret mission?
However, it seemed that the gaze was not on Namgung Cheonjun.
“…!”
Namgungbia’s eyes widen for a moment. Wondering what was going on, he immediately turns his gaze to the stage.
“uh…?”
Tang So-yeol couldn’t understand what he was seeing.
A wooden sword rolling on the ground, and Namgung Cheonjun sitting down and holding his wrist.
And the sight of the boy looking down at Namgung Cheonjun with languid eyes.
I don’t know.
But it’s thrilling.
Tang So-yeol let out a hot breath without realizing it, feeling a tingling sensation running down his spine.
The appearance of the predator I had been dreaming of.
What if she’s weak, when her face is so outstanding?
Tang So-yeol’s thoughts, which had been thinking like that, were overturned.
The boy showed Namgung Cheonjun and said.
“Aren’t you going to pick it up?”
As he said that, he took a step towards Namgung Cheonjun.
Tang Xiaoyeol finally gave up.
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It’s an incomprehensible situation.
Namgung Cheonjun thought so.
Why did you drop the sword…?
I was planning to hit the shoulder first and then the leg.
How should I bother that bastard? All that time was left with amusing worries.
But why did I miss the wooden sword?
My arms are aching.
Before I knew it, my wrist was red and swollen.
You hit his wrist in that short moment? But why didn’t you see it?
“It’s really interesting.”
Namgung Cheonjun raised his head at the sound of the voice.
Before he knew it, the guy had come closer and was looking down at him.
“Geniuses always have their mind wandering during training. If this were a real fight, I would have died three times already. Do you understand?”
Namgung Cheonjun, who was about to answer those words, quickly moved his body.
It was because Goyangcheon swung his arm.
Although I managed to dodge, I couldn’t avoid the next attack because of my collapsed posture.
Namgung Cheonjun rolled over twice after being kicked in the chest and let out a scream.
“Ugh… .”
As I was groaning and suffering, the wooden sword fell with a click in front of me.
“Please eat quickly, it’s called Map Bimu.”
Gu Yangcheon spoke and clapped his hands.
“Oh, are you teaching me by any chance? If that’s the case, I’m not so sure.”
Ugh.
A rough sound was heard from Namgung Cheonjun’s mouth as he walked in with a bright expression on his face.
Then, Namgung Cheonjun grabbed the wooden sword and raised his body.
“..let your guard down….”
“You’re not going to say things like you let your guard down, are you? There’s no excuse worse than that for a person without a car.”
Namgung Cheonjun closed his mouth at Guyangcheon’s words.
It was because I thought it was an ugly thing to say.
I just sat there quietly.
‘… He must have had a knack for it.’
I looked at it too shallowly.
I should have thought that if he was Geombong’s younger brother, he would have something.
Namgung Cheonjun took a half step forward and drew his sword in a straight line.
It was to be done properly.
Then, slowly, in a semicircle, stabbing and cutting, withdrawing the sword, and again one sword, two swords.
It’s a footwork that I’ve practiced for years to apply force along the path of the sword.
This allowed us to mix in unparalleled sturdiness into our spread.
This will be Namgung’s proud fast sword, and its sharpness will be proportionately increased.
The best sword in the world.
Although it was currently the name that Geomjon had, Namgung Cheonjun was confident that he would inherit that name in the future.
Even his father, the head of the family, said that Namgung Cheonjun’s talent was superior to his own when it came to swordsmanship.
So it will definitely be so.
Because he is a genius.
But why?
‘Why can’t I reach you…!’
How many times did you swing it? How many rounds is this?
His sword is clearly fast.
There are no gaps in the flow and no breaks in the continuity.
The breath that had been damaged by anger was regained as he swung his sword.
There is no reason for him to lose to that guy.
But why on earth??
Can you move your sword as if you know where and how to swing it?
Gu Yang-cheon was barely avoiding Namgung Cheon-jun’s sword.
The collar brushes against the hair.
But it didn’t fit.
Even breathing is not disturbed.
Since you’re dodging with very minimal movement, you’ll probably have plenty of energy.
This was something that could not have happened unless Namgung’s swordsmanship was sharper than his own.
So what is the answer?
‘That bastard… is stronger than me?’
The circuits of thought become distorted as self-esteem and self-respect begin to crumble.
… I want to kill.
That guy who gets the attention of his beautiful older sister.
That guy who dodges my sword so easily.
I want to kill you.
As the uncontrollable killing intent is contained, the internal energy that the Danjeon held is wrapped around the sword.
So subtle that it’s almost unnoticeable.
Namgung Cheonjun swung his sword at Guyangcheon’s head using his lower body as a support, exerting all his strength.
-Paaaak!
Before the sword could touch, Guyangcheon’s fist struck Namgung Cheonjun’s face.
“Ugh!”
Namgung Cheonjun staggers and falls to the ground.
Goo Yang-cheon then slaps Namgung Cheon-jun on the cheek.
Clap! Namgung Cheonjun fell with a sharp sound.
“This son of a bitch.”
Goo Yang-cheon approaches Namgung Cheon-jun and shouts.
His voice was filled with anger.
“You want me to keep watching you? Now you’re making a bet? Look at this kid, he’s got the will to kill me. Why? Are you trying to kill me?”
Namgung Cheonjun cannot come to his senses due to the blood flowing out.
“Oh, this sucks, really. I’ve put up with a lot, right?”
He just blurted out words without anyone knowing who he was talking to.
He kicked the staggering Namgung Cheonjun in the groin.
“Kkaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-!”
“Huh…!”
The owner of the restaurant, who was watching it, unconsciously flinched.
