All Warriors Are My Disciples

Chapter 18

18. Not sad

Master was sitting cross-legged in a small room.

From the point of view of the people here, and the me in the past, I would also like to know what it was doing.

Since I was by Master’s side, I realized that it was a very important fortune-telling breakfast.

At the moment I thought about whether my coming here might be a hindrance.

“Are you leaving now?”

Master said that with his eyes closed as if he was waiting for me.

I nodded slightly at that, and Master opened her eyes.

“Come to think of it, you guys have been around here for a really long time.”

“It’s the quietest, and since Master is not far away, isn’t it perfect?”

“Thanks to that, I was always distracted. If it was easy to forget, he would bring his pupil to say hello, and he would come to me when he tried to meditate.”

“Did you not want me to visit you?”

It’s a question I’ve asked once, but the answer doesn’t come back right away.

I raised my head and saw that Master had opened her eyes and was looking right at me.

I calmly waited for Master’s next words, and then Master slowly opened her mouth.

“… Is there any teacher in the world who would not like the visit of a disciple?”

“I see. Fortunately, the. I also knew Master was uncomfortable.”

“It wasn’t bad. Well, sometimes it’s annoying, but….”

Master sneaks up on something with the tip of his chin.

There, the pipe I had given was neatly placed.

“Didn’t you always bring what I needed to you?”

“Hey, I’ve been there a lot as Master’s errand boy. If you think about it….”

“I never thought so.”

Master’s voice suddenly subsides.

It sounds like you are angry, and also very sad when you hear it.

As I kept my mouth shut because I suddenly wanted to do that, Master continued.

“I never thought of it that way. You’re an errand boy. You are my disciple In a way, he is like a friend who has taught me everything about me, things that I have never told anyone.”

“….”

“If you are thinking that way, quit it right now. You are in a very bad mood.”

“Sorry. I will be careful, Master.”

Come to think of it, I don’t feel like Master is treating me harshly.

In the end, he was the one who always treated me as his one and only disciple.

Starting from the time when I was weak, my mind was trash, and all I could do was keep my mouth shut.

Until I reach a certain level and produce disciples myself.

As long as I don’t give up being a disciple first, Master will treat me that way.

Sureuk-.

I’m lowering my head, but I hear someone from the side.

Master got up from his seat and was moving his steps somewhere.

“Follow me.”

I move my steps following the master who is going ahead.

It looks like he’s walking really slowly, but in reality his speed is no joke.

A normal person would probably have to sprint to the point where he could barely catch up with him.

Shoot aaa!!-

After walking for about 10 minutes, we found a place with a small waterfall.

Hey, this is also a place with a lot of stories. Came back after a long time.

I also laid the foundation for the Heavenly Demon Art while getting hit by the waterfall here.

I threw in my exhausted body from the hard training and cooled off from the heat.

I once saw Master soaking in this place for a while.

Thanks to that, I unintentionally saw Master’s naked body… hehehe, pass that part.

It was beautiful, but I was afraid of Master’s wrath that followed.

Ah, don’t get me wrong. I didn’t aim for it, I saw it really unintentionally.

Chambang-.

After entering the water, Master approaches the waterfall.

And when he put his hand in and rummaged inside, it was as if he was looking for something.

What the hell are you doing? Are you trying to catch some fish?

“Take it.”

“Yes? Ugh!”

Tok!-

Quickly snatches something thrown by the master.

The action was so fast that I didn’t know what it was until right before I received it.

‘… What is this.’

There’s a space behind the waterfall, and I didn’t expect something like this to be hidden there.

And I had no idea that it was a sword with a very neat energy.

When the heck did you hide this inside the waterfall, and how did you manage it?

Above all, why did you give me a sword that would dry itself out just by holding it like this?

I have a lot of questions, but I’m waiting for Master’s words.

Anyway, if you are a teacher I know, what would I be curious about?

I’m sure you’ve already guessed all the questions you’re going to ask.

“This is the guy I used when I was walking around the river and fighting those I considered strong.”

“Yes… ? Now, hold on. Isn’t that what you mean by Master’s favorite disease?”

“What is a favorite disease? He’s just the guy he used to carry around because he liked the taste the most in his hand.”

It’s a lie, that’s an unconditional lie.

A habit peculiar to Master, the habit of slightly raising the left eyebrow when lying.

You wouldn’t even think that there is such a pattern of behavior.

I thought about letting you know, but I kept it a secret because it was subtly useful.

Thanks to this, I was able to immediately distinguish whether Master’s words were false or true.

“For a long time, I was with him when I was running, looking only forward, not looking back or to the side. He suffered a lot because he met the wrong master. It’s just amazing how it manages to hold up without breaking.”

I sneak up on the teacher’s words.

Then, even though the sword in my hand is in the scabbard, it resonates with a buzz.

A sword that was originally good as it was wielded in the hands of a strong man was polished by the energy of the master.

Should I say it’s a sword that only has one in the world?

Without adding a lie, this is similar to my new sword, Largo.

In other words, it is a product worthy of the name of a famous sword among famous swords.

‘Of course Largo, but that bastard has a snout that’s louder than a demon’s sword, so it’s a problem.’

I was carefully fiddling with my sword when Master came ashore.

“Take it. It is yours from now on.”

“Master?”

“Don’t say anything, just take it.”

Even though I’m ignorant about Moorim and Kangho.

Still, I know that giving one’s weapon to someone else is ridiculous.

It’s not even a sword that hasn’t been properly swung a few times.

He is no different from a comrade to him as long as he swept the river with Master.

He says he keeps those things and then he gives them to me.

From my point of view, I was quite perplexed.

“Master. I am grateful, but this is not it. I cannot receive it.”

“Didn’t the principal tell me? To receive Now this master is speaking twice.”

“How could you carelessly take over Master’s sword?”

This isn’t for a good impression, nor is it for showing off.

It was a natural refusal out of basic courtesy and respect for Master.

If you had given me something else, he would have accepted it as a thank you.

However, receiving a sword for sharing your whole life with Master is a completely different matter.

“Hyunah.”

In the end, Master takes out his secret weapon.

Calling names, that is, warning that ‘I’m going to get serious right now.’

It means that if the teacher refuses to go away, he will not give up his will.

It would be better for me and for Master to just receive it quickly.

“Okay, Master. If you do, I will know it as an infinite honor and accept it with gratitude.”

“If you just accept it obediently, how many times do you have to do good things?”

“Where in the world is there a disciple who carelessly accepts Master’s sword, not just a sword?”

Master was not a nameless person who was active as a third-rate samurai.

He is a cheonmada who used to tremble in fear of a huge river with just his presence.

It is only natural that receiving the sword of such a person would be a tremendous honor and burden.

“Pick it out.”

At that word, I grabbed the handle and pulled the sword out of the scabbard.

Seureung-.

The blade emits brilliant colors as it reflects the sunlight.

I feel a cool anticipation just looking at it like this.

It’s a sword that must have been wielded countless times, but I wonder if it can hold such neat energy.

“Many people in Gangho called that sword a demonic sword. Because he took the blood of countless people, because he was wielded by none other than the Heavenly Demon. Maybe it just had to be called that.”

“Isn’t that typical of losers? Those who do all they can do is make fun of their mouths.”

“No, actually they were right. At that time, the black blade was always dyed red. Even if you remove all the blood from your enemies, the red energy always stays there.”

Red aura? I hurriedly took a look at the sword.

All I can see right now is a beautifully extended sword?

“You know what?”

The master who has come forward takes the sword in my hand.

“Since I fell into this unknown world, the sword gradually returned to its original form as I met and taught you. The shape of the sword you are looking at now means that it was made by you.”

“That….”

“Me too. I was called the Heavenly Demon, but I myself was in no danger, but rather, I felt more comfortable than ever when a stranger who was nothing here became a teacher.”

Saaa-.

A breeze brushes past my face.

Following the grain of the wind, Master holding the sword gently draws a circle.

All I can feel is the softness that even the person right in front of me cannot cut.

A sword so light that you wouldn’t even know you were wielding it.

“What were you thinking and what was your meaning when you came to my side. After that, it has nothing to do with why he nurtured his disciples. All that matters is that you are my disciple.”

However, that lightness soon returned to an energy heavier than Mount Tai.

The straight energy runs through the world and spreads out in all directions.

I didn’t cut anything in front of my eyes, but it felt like the world was split in two.

What would have happened if that one sword had the intent to kill?

Just thinking about it gives me goosebumps.

“Achieve what you want to achieve. Wherever you go, this sword is sure proof that you are my disciple, so you will not have to be intimidated or afraid of anything. That I’m always behind you Do not forget that this Heavenly Demon exists.”

As Master puts the sword back in my hand, Master smiles very little.

When I first met him, he was more terrifying than the grim reaper.

Now, he is my one and only teacher who has become as reliable as his disciples.

“Master.”

“Thank you. Hurry up because it took too much time….”

“Are you sad to hear that I am leaving?”

“What, what?”

“I asked if you were sad.”

“What nonsense is this guy talking about? Why are you saying I’m sad?”

That’s because you’re saying things you’ve never said before.

I already felt quite sad from the moment I held out my sword.

After hearing those words, I am convinced that the feeling was not my mistake.