Chapter 32: Godok-Style Training thod (2)
“Haahp!”
“Ugh!”
“Urraahh!”
Mighty shouts echoed from the vacant lot behind Eddy’s hideout.
These were the sounds coming from the gangsters who had responded to Harang’s special guidance.
Though it wasn’t the unified voice one might see in the military, the determination and spirit revealed in their expressions were formidable enough that no one could ignore them.
Of course, there were still those who harbored doubts.
‘No matter how I look at it, this is just ordinary physical training…….’
‘Really, can we get stronger just by doing this?’
In a way, it was natural.
The movents the gangsters were currently performing—Knee Ups, Burpees, Jumping Squats, Push-ups, and the like—were rely a sequence of simple actions that any able-bodied person could manage.
Therefore, many gathered in the vacant lot couldn't help but glance towards Harang with yearning eyes even as they continued their exercises.
Teach us sothing more amazing.
Teach us a thod that’s remarkably eye-catching!
As if shouting just that, Harang yelled with an expressionless face while looking at the gangsters' faces.
“A little more vigorously!”
“Even if you do just one movent, do it properly!”
“If you don’t want to do it, you don’t have to. I won’t stop you from leaving.”
“You, the person back there. Yes, the one with the snake tattoo on your arm! Are you not doing it properly?”
He commanded the people like an emotionless doll.
Thus, the gangsters had to suppress their complaints deep within their hearts and continue the simple, tedious training.
And a short while later.
“Heok, heok……!”
“I’m, I’m gonna d-die, gonna die……!”
“Keoheok, kuuheup, heu. Heueoheoheo…….”
Sounds of dying began to erge from most mouths.
It couldn’t be helped.
Just because the movents were simple, did that an they were easy?
Absolutely not.
The movents Harang instructed demanded such high physical stamina that an ordinary person would struggle to follow for even five minutes.
They continued doing these things, allowed only brief rests.
It was truly relentless, continuous, endlessly (repeated/linked).
Sweat poured down like rain.
Their breathing beca so ragged it felt like their lungs would pop out.
Despite all this, Harang remained unchanged.
Still like an emotionless tal doll, he pointed out the slacking gangsters one by one.
Glen, who was young and running errands nearby instead of participating in the training, beca a little curious and asked.
“Excuse , Boss Harang……”
“I told you, you can just call Brother.”
“Ah, sorry, it’s beco a habit…… Then, Brother Harang.”
“What is it?”
“Can we really get stronger just by following these simple movents?”
“No.”
“Pardon?”
“Not with just this. But if this work isn’t supported, then truly nothing can be achieved. Hey, Mr. Baldy over there! Yes, the one pointing at yourself with your finger! Stop pretending your legs gave out! I know you still have energy left!”
“Heok?”
The singled-out Baldy sucked in a sharp breath.
He was bewildered.
He couldn’t believe Harang had instantly recognized and picked him out from among the large crowd of 200 people, especially while he was acting like he was about to collapse from agony.
However, after seeing several other gangsters being pointed out and reluctantly increasing their pace with a ‘Tsk’, he had no choice but to believe it.
‘How does he pick everyone out?’
With an expression of incomprehension, Baldy also began to pick up his pace like the others.
But that too was brief.
“Eu…… Euhuk, keoheok, heuh, heueo-eok……!”
Even he, who boasted relatively good stamina, couldn't help but make dying sounds like everyone else.
It was unavoidable.
This wasn’t a training thod that ended after completing a set number of repetitions, but a hellish training thod that only concluded when one used 100% of their stamina and collapsed from exhaustion.
In other words, it was one of the Godok-style training thods.
Consequently, whether one had weak stamina or strong stamina, everyone inevitably ended up crawling on the ground in the end.
Thump, Baldy collapsed onto the ground and looked around.
While most gangsters were writhing like insects, only Eddy, Pale, and a few other executive-level figures were continuing the training.
‘Just how long does this hellish training go on…….’
“Hey, Baldy! Get up!”
“Heek! I, I, my legs have given out now……”
“I know you can still do a little more. Get up!”
“…….”
Stumbling to his feet, Baldy burned with enmity.
No, adding a bit of exaggeration, a feeling close to killing intent flew towards Harang and struck him.
Of course, there was nothing he could do about it.
Who was he?
He was the monster who had devoured Marzen’s back alleys in less than two months.
Challenging such a being? It was a hundred tis, a thousand tis better to follow his words, no matter how hellishly difficult.
‘Besides, once today is over, I don’t have to co out anymore…….’
That’s right.
Harang had clearly said so.
That they didn’t have to follow.
That if they didn’t want to, it was fine not to show up starting tomorrow.
‘Damn it, who would follow such ignorant training…….’
It was a mistake.
He had co gleefully because a strong individual rarely seen in the underworld was personally teaching how to beco stronger, but it seed he had no intention of teaching the real secret.
It was understandable.
Just as graduates from prestigious swordsmanship schools don't teach Aura cultivation thods to just anyone, he probably wanted to monopolize his own know-how.
‘Forget it. What kind of training is this.’
Thump, collapsing again, this ti genuinely exhausted, Baldy thought while foaming at the mouth.
He absolutely wouldn't co tomorrow. He’d be drinking beer during that ti instead.
Of course.
“Hey! Don’t let your form break! You’ll injure your joints!”
“The one with the mustache! Breathe properly!”
“Mr. Eddy! Are you already tired despite being the family’s boss?”
“Do it properly over there!”
Whether Baldy and a few others were plotting their escape or not, Harang simply continued to guide the gangsters with utmost sincerity.
* * *
‘As expected, the number of people decreased right away.’
Three days later, Harang, who ca for the second joint training session, nodded his head.
About 130 people had gathered in the vacant lot.
Approximately 1/3 of the gangsters had disappeared.
He thought it was unavoidable.
This Godok-style training thod was simple, but just because it was simple didn't an it was easy.
It was a process that literally pushed one's mind and body to the limit, right to the brink of death, so it was normal not to be able to endure it without considerable resolve.
‘The Godok peers really died the mont they couldn't keep up, so they had no choice but to do it to survive, but…….’
Unless faced with such an extre situation, enduring this process solely through one's own will would be extrely difficult.
In that respect…….
“Heok, heok! Keoheok!”
Glen, who had decided to join from this second training session despite having witnessed the hellscape unfolded on the first day, felt quite impressive.
He hadn't joined just to pay lip service or because he felt obligated.
Despite his weak physical strength, this boy strived with all his might to keep up with the adults' pace, so much so that Harang had to caution him.
‘This level of willpower is sothing I’d only expect to see from my Godok peers…….’
What on earth made this boy like this?
He couldn't know, but at least it wasn't a bad feeling.
“Hm.”
He looked at the gangsters training hard.
Even though it was the second ti, they continued the movents with faces that looked like they were about to die even more than before, but Harang had no intention of going easy on them.
‘It will take quite so ti for results to show…… but it’s still a necessary process.’
What is the essential power for humans to beco stronger?
There might be various things, but among them, the most important is Aura.
Without the mystical power called Aura, humans degenerate into beings weaker than re beasts.
Then, by what thod does that incredible power accumulate?
Harang believed that the training of mind and body was the most crucial part when accumulating Aura.
Once a vessel capable of holding more energy was completed, the wondrous power flowing through the world would naturally fill it.
Could it be proven?
Yes.
At least, Harang and his peers thought so.
Their minds and bodies hardened through experiencing countless near-death crises.
Among those who possessed this, none had ever worried about having an insufficient amount of Aura.
‘Besides, the more the body develops, the better the efficiency of Aura.’
The second concept of the 6 Aura Concepts, Enhancent, and the third, Hardening.
These could make even a child's frail arm as strong and hard as if wielding ironwood, but they demonstrated far greater power when residing in the body of an able-bodied adult male.
It showed multiplicative efficiency, not additive.
Therefore, the current training was a necessary step to master the three basic stages among the 6 Aura Concepts: Accumulation, Enhancent, and Hardening.
‘Still, since they are basically people with better bodies than average adult males…….’
Perhaps in about 3 months, they might reach a level suitable for moving on to the next stage?
He was having such thoughts when.
“Son of a bitch! I can’t take this anymore!”
“Heok!”
“Heok!”
One of those diligently doing interval training suddenly spat out curses, causing several startled individuals to gasp.
Even the original mbers, the executives of the Eddy Family, were quietly following the training, yet soone dared to say such things?
However, the person who stood up, a gangster forrly from Travion's side, didn't care.
With glaring eyes and a flushed face, he ran up to Harang and said.
“Damn it, does this even make sense right now?”
“What does?”
“Didn’t you say you’d make us stronger! Then what the hell is this pointless crap!”
“I am making you stronger, so what’s the problem?”
Harang asked back with a genuinely perplexed expression.
It was only natural, as he and his Godok peers had all beco stronger this way.
If the people he encountered outside in the world had been stronger than the Godok graduates, his thod might have been proven wrong, but at least until now, there had been no such person.
Therefore, Harang held a certain conviction about this training thod.
However, the forr Travion gangster didn't think so.
Of course, he didn't attack Harang.
He, who seed about to argue further, just huffed indignantly and eventually left the vacant lot while packing his belongings.
Harang took it in stride.
He was used to seeing dropouts. It had been the sa during his Godok days.
The only difference was that dropping out in Godok Village ant death?
‘But in the outside world, quitting doesn’t an you die.’
It was perfectly understandable.
However, the words the man muttered softly as he passed by bothered him slightly.
“Damn it, I thought he’d at least teach us so cultivation thod (Yeongongbeop)……”
‘Yeongongbeop? What’s that?’
A word he heard for the first ti in his life.
Judging by the nuance, it felt related to the current training, but he couldn't quite grasp it.
Of course, it wasn't particularly special since there were many words he heard for the first ti besides this one, but it strangely lingered in his mory for a long ti.
‘I guess I can ask later.’
More importantly, supervising the training of those who remained was crucial.
Just like the first day, Harang spent his ti constantly watching the gangsters, encouraging them, pointing out mistakes, and sotis correcting their posture.
“Co on, co on! Just a little more effort!”
“You, second from the back! Your jump is too low!”
“You need to pay attention to your posture!”
Thus, the second joint training session finally ended.
The gangsters, once again half-dead, staggered back to their respective places.
Glen was so completely exhausted that Eddy had to carry him on his back.
Of course, Harang wasn't worried.
Instead, he showed a faint, pleased smile, which only served to creep out the gangsters.
After everyone had left like that.
Harang, standing alone in the desolate vacant lot and continuing his thoughts, newly realized that there was sothing that caught his interest even more than ‘Yeongongbeop’.
‘I’ve only ever learned, I’ve never taught anyone before…….’
In that process, he too was gaining sothing.
Realizing this surprising fact, he smiled and nodded his head.
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