I was about to go straight to Un Gwang and tell him what he was thinking, talking about it already, but...
In the end, I couldn't do that.
Because the area around the first room was already crowded with other senior brothers who had co to see Un Gwang.
Un Gwang was already outside the room, and he was continuously saying sothing to the other senior brothers who were surrounding him in a circle, as if he were giving a speech.
Although I wanted to interrupt him right away and say sothing, I couldn't do that in this situation.
No matter what, Un Gwang is the great senior brother of our Un generation.
Because I can't let his face be ruined in front of the other senior brothers.
"Sigh..."
I let out a sigh and approached that way.
It was to hear what my senior brother was saying.
"...So what I'm saying is, don't be disappointed even if you're not all picked."
When I got to where his voice was coming from, Un Gwang was comforting the senior brothers around him in a warm voice.
The senior brothers are nodding their heads repeatedly as they look at Un Gwang.
"Just because you're not picked this ti doesn't an your qualities are lacking, and it's definitely not that the people who weren't picked are inferior to the people who were picked. Because this ti, to defeat Shaolin in the Taoist-Buddhist Great War, the key is not just to pick strong people, but to pick people who have good chemistry."
Although Un Gwang's voice was not very loud, it was heard clearly.
It's not that he's particularly good at speaking, and it's not that he has put internal energy into his voice, but it seems there is a power that makes everyone focus on him.
'Is it that the great senior brother is the great senior brother?'
Co to think of it, it was like that in my previous life as well.
In fact, Un Gwang was not much different from now, he was always quiet, kind to those around him, and showed a lot of timidness.
But the Taoists of Wudang always respected him and followed him.
Rather than being outstanding in fragntary abilities like martial arts or strength, he was a guy who had a point that made anyone open their hearts to him and follow him.
"And although I'm going around asking a few of you if you want to participate in the group match, that's just a few. But do you know how many people participate in the group match?"
"I know it's eighteen."
"That's right. The deadline for and Unhwi to select the people who will participate in the Taoist-Buddhist Great War is a week from now. I think that with the effort and talent you guys usually show, your skills can change greatly in a week, right?"
As soon as Un Gwang's words ended, the other senior brothers began to stealthily glance at the people on either side of them.
They had realized.
That now they are not good senior and junior brothers, but competitors who want to be selected for the Taoist-Buddhist Great War list.
"As you know well, both I and Unhwi will pick very fairly. Of course, as I said just now, the standard is not just looking at martial power... but I promise that I will do my best to narrow down the personnel who can defeat Shaolin."
Although his words a little while ago sounded like a kind of declaration, in fact, it sounded more like a reprimand.
That even if you guys do this to now, I won't pick you.
"Now. Then is the thing you guys have to do now to bother or Unhwi like this? Or should you save ti and train to improve your skills even a little in a week?"
The senior brothers, who had realized the reason why Un Gwang had been giving such a long speech until now, couldn't answer anything.
They seed to be feeling a little ashad.
They naturally began to leave the place one by one, and then everyone turned their steps not to their respective rooms, but to the training ground.
And then, in front of the first room, naturally, only Un Gwang and I were left.
"Huh? Unhwi-ya. Since when were you there?"
Un Gwang smiled brightly and called .
It was a pure smile that made confused if he was the sa person as the great senior brother Un Gwang who had been sharply pointing out the core until a little while ago.
"I just got here."
"Really? I had sothing to talk to you about anyway. You ca at a good ti."
Un Gwang naturally took and went into the first room.
"I asked Un Jo earlier if he wanted to join the group match. But Un Jo said he wants to decide after asking you first. Saying that Un Jo wants to participate in the individual match."
It's even funny that he's saying sothing I already know.
I said, pretending not to know anything, "Wouldn't it be better to respect the individual's will? I think they'll do better when they do what they want to do."
"That's true... then you an you want to take Un Jo for now?"
"It's not that I do, but that Senior Brother Un Jo wants that. Well. It's a similar thing."
"I understand. Then I'll also leave Un Jo out of the plan for now."
Un Gwang says he will follow my words this ti as well.
I think Un Gwang is a better senior brother than I thought.
No, to be honest, I knew that well in my previous life as well.
He was my almost only friend with a bad personality, and we even died together, didn't we?
'Yes. Let's trust Un Gwang a little.'
This ti too, I thought he would just thoughtlessly leak the story that we were picking the selection personnel and cause confusion among the senior brothers, but rather, he used that to ignite the senior brothers' will to train.
"Unhwi-ya. Do you have anything else to say?"
"Why?"
"If you have nothing to say, I'm thinking of going to train a little. I wasn't nominated from the Shaolin side like you, right? So I'm going to put myself in the group match personnel, and if my skills are lacking, I'll have no face to see my junior brothers."
Although it is a fact that Un Gwang's skills are more than enough to be selected, he said this while being embarrassed.
His personality and character are good, and his martial arts and qualities are by no ans lacking.
'I've decided. If soone has to be the sect leader in our generation in the future, it's you. Un Gwang.'
I made that promise to myself and parted with Un Gwang, and I also set off for my lodging.
Because I am wearing casual clothes, I am thinking of changing into training clothes and then sweating a little.
While heading to the lodging like that, I thought.
'It's definitely not that I don't want to be the sect leader.'
If the atmosphere flows as it is, it seems I will inevitably have to beco the sect leader soday, but to be honest, the position of sect leader is a position where there are more losses than gains, although the appearance is good.
'You have to worry about the major and minor affairs of the sect every day, you have to check if there are any financial problems, and all missions have to go through the sect leader's hands before they go out... it will suit the ticulous and kind Un Gwang guy much better than a clumsy person like .'
Yes. This is a kind of sacrifice for the Wudang Sect.
It's definitely not that I decided that because if I beco the sect leader, I can't go out of the sect well, I can't eat at outside, and I can't ddle in all the affairs of the world and wander around.
Anyway, it's definitely not.
When I returned to the lodging, there was no one in our room.
Although I ca while worrying a little about how to explain to my senior brothers that I had pretended not to know anything, it seems they all thought that in that ti, they should swing their swords one more ti and went out.
Although they are my senior brothers, I feel proud. Of course, I taught them all of that.
"For now, shall I try to do today's training while thinking about my worries?"
I imdiately changed my clothes and headed for the training ground.
Because when my head hurts, if I make my body suffer that much, I feel refreshed.
When I arrived at the training ground, it was already packed with senior brothers with no room to step.
I quietly crawled into a remaining spot in the corner and thought while looking at the senior brothers who were training frantically.
That today is stronger than yesterday, and tomorrow will be stronger than today.
***
Mount Song in Henan Province, which is a little northeast of the Wudang Sect.
And the Shaolin Temple, which is located on Mount Song and is the current number one sect of the orthodox faction and the spiritual pillar of the orthodox martial world.
Even in the middle of the night, there was a place that was brightly lit.
A monk was devoted to training with his upper body bare.
His upper body, which was revealed by taking off his top, was so hard and perfect that it could be called a sculpture.
Just by looking at that body, you could tell that he was a great master.
"Hoo-uk— Hoo-uk—."
Rough breathing and falling sweat.
He had sweated so much that steam was rising thickly around him.
Martial arts masters rarely sweat.
Because in the first place, they have trained their bodies so that they do not get tired or sweat with any ordinary exercise.
Especially if it is a monk of Shaolin who polishes his body with the Muscle-Tendon Changing Classic.
But I was curious how much he had moved his body to sweat like that.
"Yeong Hwan-ah. What ti is it, and you're still doing this."
At that ti, a monk who looked much older than the monk who was training alone ca and said.
The training monk - Yeong Hwan stopped what he was doing and looked at his master and the abbot of the Shaolin Temple, the great master Gak-il.
"Master. What brings you here at this hour?"
"Because of the sound of you training, I couldn't sleep because it was so noisy."
"Ah... I'm sorry."
"Tsk-tsk... a demon has entered your movents. What is it that makes you so impatient?"
"......"
Yeong Hwan did not answer anything.
But, the great master Gak-il said in a voice that seed to know why he was like that, "It's because of Unhwi. That child of the Wudang Sect."
"... That's right."
"Why? Does it seem like that child is chasing you?"
"Actually, that's right."
Yeong Hwan admitted honestly, and the great master Gak-il looked at Yeong Hwan with interest, even though it was sothing to be worried about.
In fact, Yeong Hwan had the most special and outstanding talent among the martial artists that the great master Gak-il had seen and t until now.
'No, now I should say there are two. Since there is Unhwi.'
Anyway, but Yeong Hwan had only one weakness, and that was that there was no competitor other than himself.
Of course, he could not find an opponent in the sa generation, and now he is at the level where he can show similar strength to his senior uncles who are one generation higher than him.
So it was an environnt where he could not develop a sense of competition.
A lonely genius who could only compete with himself at all tis. That was Yeong Hwan.
'But now a child who can stand side by side has appeared.'
After finishing his thoughts, the great master Gak-il said to Yeong Hwan, who had a slightly firm expression, "I won't tell you not to think like that. Just accept it."
"Yes...?"
"Admit and accept that he is really a person who can be your opponent. That is the first way to solve your inner demon."
"But I can't accept it... of course, if we only count the current martial arts, I will be superior. Because I have trained for more than ten years longer than him..."
Yeong Hwan trailed off.
In fact, his words are true. If he were to have a life-and-death battle with Unhwi now, he is confident that he can defeat him.
Because the gap in years and martial arts is an unavoidable fact.
"Knowing that, why are you pushing yourself so hard?"
"That's..."
Yeong Hwan, as if he were embarrassed to speak, hesitated for a mont and then continued, "His spirit, courage... and his ambition were sothing I could not easily follow. That is what tornts so much."
"Is it by any chance because of that incident at the Nangong family where the Changjiang Water Fortress leader and Unhwi faced off?"
Yeong Hwan nodded his head, and the great master Gak-il let out a laugh without my realizing it.
He had also heard that story.
The story that Unhwi had a spar with the Changjiang Water Fortress leader, risking his life to save the Sovereign Sword Emperor Nangong Sang-hyeon, and thanks to that, both Nangong Sang-hyeon and the Changjiang Water Fortress leader were saved.
After that spar, Unhwi had fainted right away, so Yeong Hwan couldn't even say goodbye properly and had returned to Shaolin in a daze...
At that ti, Yeong Hwan, who was one of the spectators, seed to have received a great shock from Unhwi.
"Master. What should I do? At that ti, it was right for to do that, not Unhwi. But I couldn't even move and beca a re spectator and just beca their background. I feel like I have lost both the teachings of the Buddha to do the right thing and the pride as a martial artist not to pass by injustice."
The great master Gak-il, looking at his disciple who was telling his inner thoughts for the first ti, approached him and lightly hit him on the back of the head, peok—!.
Yeong Hwan, who had not expected to be hit on the head, received a rather large shock and held his head.
"M-Master. Why are you suddenly doing this? It hurts."
"Yes. Does it hurt? Because you were having such a foolish worry, I checked if my disciple was really like this, or if it was a dream."
"Usually, isn't checking if it's a dream sothing you do to yourself..."
"I can't hit myself here, can I?"
As Yeong Hwan was looking at the great master Gak-il with a wronged eye, the great master Gak-il continued, "Yeong Hwan-ah."
"Yes, master."
"Learn. And accept."
"Yes...?"
"From now on, when there is such a thing, you do it. It's not sothing to bla yourself for why you couldn't do it like that. You didn't know that you had to do it like that, and now you know. It is said that there is sothing to learn even from a three-foot child. How much more so for Unhwi, who is a wonderful child with many things to learn?"
Yeong Hwan felt as if his mind was clearing up at the great master Gak-il's one sentence.
"So accept it. And train, but don't push yourself. And this ti, when you face him, give back generously what you have learned from him. That is what you have to do. Understood? My disciple?"
"I understand, master."
Yeong Hwan's eyes beca calm in an instant, and the great master Gak-il was secretly impressed.
Although he is his disciple, he knows that it is by no ans an easy thing to control one's inner demon with just one sentence like this.
"Then train a little more and then go to sleep. Because you have to offer the morning offering later."
"Yes, master."
The great master Gak-il left Yeong Hwan's training ground and moved his steps to the abbot's room.
The brilliant moonlight floating in the sky felt as if it were brightly illuminating the future of Shaolin and Wudang.
(End of Chapter)
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