Chapter 13: Chapter 13
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A cold sweat ran down the back of Geum Pyeong.
The fact that Pyo-wol was hiding right next to him, yet he didn't notice, gave him fear.
Even if Pyo-wol had attacked him, he would be dead.
If this had been a real situation, not a training, he would have lost his life at the hands of Pyo-wol, not knowing how he was going to die.
'Crazy! How is it possible to master the Turtle Breathing Technique to this extent in only six years?!'
If it were easy to learn then the four children would never have been discovered by him.
Not everyone can do it. It was only possible because it was Pyo-wol.
The abilities that Pyo-wol particularly stood out were stealth, and demonic tactics. His abilities mainly specialized in infiltrating.
'...Nonetheless, to think his skills are already good enough to deceive me.'
He felt the blood in his body cooling down.
It was the first sense of crisis he felt after retiring from the life of an assassin.
It wasn't just Pyo-wol.
Among the children, some of the most extraordinary ones boasted exceptional achievements. Their growth threatened the existing instructors.
Their senses were so developed that they couldn't believe they were the same human being. Based on such a developed sense, if they learned martial arts, their achievements would be unmatched.
Their growth frightened the custodians.
It was the evaluation of the custodians that they would not be able to commit an assassination right away.
Pyo-wol was one of them.
He has not seen sunlight for six years, so his skin is as white as snow, his eyes are bright red, and his face is expressionless.
Among the children, the most handsome man was Go Shin-ok.
If Go Shin-ok has a delicate body line and a beautiful face that is reminiscent of a woman, Pyo-wol has a sensuality that is difficult to describe in words.
The masculine part and the feminine part are mixed to give off a neutral charm.
Even the most experienced assassins, like the Geum Pyeeong made his heart shudder just looking at Pyo-wol's bright red eyes.
Pyo-wol opened his mouth.
"Now that training is over, can I take a break?"
"Y-Yes!"
The governor stuttered involuntarily.
Pyo-wol bowed his head slightly to Geum Pyeong and turned around.
He could feel the hot gaze of Geum Pyeong behind his back, but he pretended not to know. He had been in hiding for three days, practicing the Turtle Breathing technique.
It was good to perfectly spread the Turtle Breathing technique, but because of that, the muscles of his whole body hardened and the function of his organs weakened.
In order to recover properly, he had to have a quick breakfast.
Pyo-wol's residence was still in the dark area.
It has been six years since he came here. Most of the other children moved to the main hall, but Pyo-wol still stayed here.
When he was in a dark and closed space that felt gloomy, Pyo-wol felt the most at ease.
Six years have made him that way.
Pyo-wol took a seat in one corner of the room and sat down.
There was no fear of being attacked from behind, and the front sight was opened so that he could react quickly in case of an emergency.
For the past six years, Pyo-wol has lived like this.
He always moved with survival in mind, and he trusted no one.
Even when the other children moved together according to their interests, he was not swept away and lived alone.
Because of that, he was rejected by many children, but he did not pay much attention to it because he was already familiar with the treatment.
Pyo-wol closed his eyes and trained quietly.
The cultivation method he used was the Thunder-Splitting Cultivation Technique.
Even though the other children skipped the Poisonous Dragon Heart method and learned other excellent cultivation methods, he was still stuck in learning only the Thunder-Splitting Cultivation Technique.
That's not to say that he hasn't looked at the other cultivation techniques at all.
Pyo-wol looked at all the methods given by the instructors. But each time, his conclusion was the same.
It is said that no other cultivation technique can match the Thunder-Splitting Cultivation Technique.
Right now, other cultivation methods are more destructive, but as time goes on, the gap will narrow sharply. And sooner or later he will be able to surpass them.
When he practiced the Thunder-Splitting Technique, he felt as if my body had been penetrated from my head to my toes.
Many people were reluctant to use the faces of dead children as if they were theirs.
Pyo-wol opened his mouth.
"Your face has changed again. Is it Yoo Kwangin's face?"
"Kiki! He croaked not too long ago. That's why I'm using his face."
"You may forget what your real face looks like at this point."
"Who cares? We can't even get out of here anyway. If I hadn't done something like this, I would have gone crazy already."'
"If you keep doing that, someone will kill you before you go crazy."
"Who? You?"
"It may or may not be."
"Kikiki! You're funny."
"Do you think it's a joke?"
"I mean, I hope it's a joke."
As Pyo-wol's voice lowered slightly, a light of tension appeared on So Gyeoksan's face.
'Unlucky bastard.'
So Gyeoksan, who usually fears nothing in the world, strangely felt reluctant in confronting Pyo-wol.
Over the course of six years, he has grown terribly.
Even compared to So Yeowol and others who stood out in the early days, he achieved a corresponding growth that is not far behind. Because of that, he was not afraid of So Yeowol or the other children.
But only towards Pyo-wol, he was strangely reluctant.
Perhaps it was because Pyo-wol's appearance in the early days was so intense.
At that time, the violence that Pyo-wol committed against Yeom Iljung was just so terrible. But many years have passed.
That's how the children grew up.
Now, all the children here are wearing clothes and it is enough to pierce a person's eyeballs.
That's how poisonous and cruel they became. However, even those children, strangely, would feel reluctant to look at the Pyo-wol, and they would usually step back.
Apart from his simple martial arts skills, there was something about Pyo-wol that made people afraid. So even if they decide to teach him a lesson someday, they keep on putting it back.
So Gyeoksan said with a carefree expression on his face.
"Go in."
Pyo-wol passed by So Gyeoksan and entered the hall.
The inside was quite cozy.
You can feel the warmth of human life.
As Pyo-wol entered, the sitting children raised their heads and looked at them. So Yeowol, Song Cheonwoo, Go Shin-ok, Kang Il and Lee Min.
Among the children who survived to the end, they were by far the most outstanding children.
Now even the instructors could not treat them recklessly. Their growth exceeded the expectations of the instructors. And because of that, it was impossible to control them unless it was the First Sword, Second Sword, or Third Swords.
The children were making a bonfire and grilling something.
Pyo-wol naturally sits between them.
Even the children were not wary of Pyo-wol.
They haven't seen each other for a long time, but there was no reason to ostracize each other.
Pyo-wol was staying alone like oil that does not mix with water, but he had done no damage to them, so the children accepted Pyo-wol as a member.
Pyo-wol took out a skewer that was being grilled over the bonfire and opened his mouth.
"They seem to care, suddenly sending all this meat."
"Recently, the quality of food has improved a lot."
So Yeowol said, putting wood into the bonfire. Her eyes were very deep and clear. When she looked at someone, they felt like they were being sucked in. There were many children who were captured by her eyes.
Pyo-wol thought as he ate the meat.
'It seems that the moment they would be given a mission has arrived.'
Even pigs before they were caught are given delicious food.
There was only one reason why the children suddenly currently have abundant food when they were usually given so little.
He made eye contact with So Yeowol's eyes.
Her eyes sank as deep as Pyo-wol. It was clear that she also guessed what Pyo-wol had guessed.
So Yeowol said.
"We will be put on a mission soon."
Crackle!
In an instant, the bonfire blazed even more violently, dyeing the children's faces red.