In the spacious training ground, students were throwing sothing at each other.
Namgung Il threw the pouch he was holding at Jong Seo-eon.
The pouch flew quickly towards Jong Seo-eon, and eventually, it hit his head hard, and the contents inside covered his entire body.
"Keuk-keuk—."
As if it had snowed heavily, Jong Seo-eon's head and clothes turned completely white.
The identity of what was inside the pouch was flour.
Jong Seo-eon coughed with a pained expression, as if the flour scattering everywhere had entered his nose and mouth.
"Are you okay?"
Just then, Namgung Il approached Jong Seo-eon and asked.
Still covered in flour on his hair and clothes, Jong Seo-eon barely stopped coughing and said.
"I-I'm fine..."
"..."
"But how are you so good at throwing the pouch, Captain?"
He couldn't even count how many tis he had been hit by the pouch Namgung Il had thrown.
In contrast, the number of tis the pouch he threw had hit Namgung Il was zero.
At the stark difference in skill, Jong Seo-eon was gradually losing his motivation.
"I'm taking Hidden Weapon Techniques as an elective, you know."
"Ah... I see this is definitely related to hidden weapon techniques."
In fact, this act, which looked like a ga, was actual training conducted at the Tang Family.
A training to learn the sense of hidden weapon techniques by throwing and dodging pouches filled with flour at each other.
Of course, since it was a training done when one first entered the Tang Family, it could be said to be the very basics of the basics, but since most of the students here were encountering hidden weapons for the first ti, it was just the right level.
"You dodge the opponent's attack and throw a pouch to hit the opponent."
"..."
"It's just a pouch filled with flour that you're throwing now, but if you think of it as a hidden weapon, you would have died several tis already."
As Namgung Il said that, Jong Seo-eon felt a slight shiver down his spine.
If I think of this as a real hidden weapon, how many tis would I have died?
At first, he had thought it was just a simple ga, but Jong Seo-eon belatedly realized that this was indeed training.
"Hidden weapons... they are a much more difficult weapon to handle than I thought."
"..."
"On top of that, if you beco proficient, you can aim for vital points from a distance in an instant... It's a really scary weapon."
"If you've realized that, you've already gained sothing from this field trip."
Namgung Il said, looking at Jong Seo-eon as if he were proud.
Hidden weapons were indeed scary weapons, but most martial artists didn't realize that fact until they experienced it firsthand.
However, by the ti they experienced hidden weapons in a real fight, it was already over.
Since most people lost their lives before they could even realize the fear of hidden weapons, only those who recognized the danger in advance and were careful could ultimately survive.
"..."
It was a very valuable thing for Jong Seo-eon to have realized that fact through this level of training.
The experience he was feeling with his body now would one day be able to save him.
That alone made it worthwhile for Jong Seo-eon to have co on this field trip.
'It seems not everyone here has had the sa realization as Jong Seo-eon, though.'
This training, at a glance, felt like a child's ga.
Because of that, from the mont the training began, quite a few complaints were pouring out from here and there.
"Why on earth do I have to do this?"
"To co on a field trip and just throw these stupid pouches... I should have applied sowhere else."
"What on earth is this. It's such a waste of ti."
Even when looking at the sa thing, people's thoughts are all different.
So people have a realization just by seeing a leaf being blown by the wind, while others fail to gain enlightennt even when taught directly.
It was the sa for the students in this training ground now.
Through this training that looked like a simple ga, Jong Seo-eon had a realization, but the students who were complaining were just wasting their ti without any gain.
'Well... I don't need to take care of those guys.'
It was frustrating to see them just complaining, but in the end, it had nothing to do with him.
He didn't have enough ti to just take care of himself and the people around him.
Thinking so, Namgung Il took his eyes off the complaining students.
"Y-Young Master."
"...?"
"Um... by any chance, could you be my partner this ti?"
Just then, Tang Wol-yeong approached Namgung Il and said.
Since this training was done in pairs of two, Namgung Il naturally thought that Tang Wol-yeong would also have a partner.
"Where's your partner?"
"I don't have one."
"...You don't have one?"
"Yes. I don't know why, but everyone refused to be my partner..."
So she's been alone all this ti.
Namgung Il thought that Tang Wol-yeong, whose family was the Tang Family, didn't really need to do this training, but recalling Tang Wol-yeong's hidden weapon skills, it didn't seem to be the case.
"If you're okay with , I'll do it."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Jong Seo-eon, you join us too."
At those words, a smile spread across Jong Seo-eon's lips as well.
He had been told to do it in pairs of two, but it probably wouldn't matter if one more person was added.
Just then, Namgung Il felt a strong killing intent from sowhere and looked that way.
'...I see why Tang Wol-yeong didn't have a partner.'
He could see the reason when he saw the guy who was emitting a strong killing intent at him.
One person was glaring this way, as if looking at an enemy.
Tang Tae-myeong was now warning him without words.
"..."
He had already known from their first eting that Tang Tae-myeong was a huge doting father.
Is he glaring at like that because so strange guy is sticking to his precious daughter?
Although Tang Wol-yeong seed unaware of his presence, if he glared at them like that from behind, anyone would imdiately move away from Tang Wol-yeong.
'Get away. If you touch even a single fingertip of my daughter, I'll kill you.'
It was as if Tang Tae-myeong was saying that to him with his eyes.
Jong Seo-eon is also with Tang Wol-yeong, so why is he only glaring at like that?
If he had his way, he didn't want to create a dangerous situation himself, but since he had already spoken, it seed he had to train with Tang Wol-yeong.
"Uh... then shall we start now?"
"Yes, Young Master!"
At Namgung Il's words, Tang Wol-yeong smiled brightly and replied.
At that mont, a sense of unease crept over him.
When he turned his head, as expected, he felt a much hotter gaze than before.
'No... what do you want to do?'
He had just said let's start the training.
But if he was going to emit such killing intent at him for that, did he just an for him to do nothing?
Namgung Il felt this situation was very unfair, but his feelings would not be conveyed to Tang Tae-myeong.
"Stop!"
It was then.
As a voice loud enough to echo through the training ground was heard, all the students' gazes focused on one place.
Thud— Thud—
The owner of that voice was Tang Tae-myeong.
Tang Tae-myeong walked forward, receiving the students' gazes.
"I believe everyone has learned the basic sense of hidden weapons with this."
"..."
"So let's move on to the next."
Is that really the reason?
Recalling that murderous gaze, it didn't seem like that was the real reason, but Namgung Il just stayed quiet, thinking it was what it was.
Flash—
It was then.
A man raised his right hand high enough for everyone to see.
As if he had a question, Tang Tae-myeong looked at the man and said dryly.
"What is it?"
"Next, I would like you to show us the true face of the Tang Family."
"..."
"To be honest, I don't know why I'm doing this kind of training after coming all the way to Sichuan."
It was a very bold statent.
To say such a thing in front of the head of the Tang Family, of all people, could be said to be quite arrogant, but so people inwardly agreed with the man's words.
"...The training you all just did is actual training conducted at the Tang Family. But you say that's not the true face of the Tang Family?"
"I want to see the hidden weapon techniques of the Tang Family, which are called the best in the martial world."
"..."
"Throwing these pouches is just a waste of energy. So please show us a technique that can broaden my horizons. I'm sure the other students are thinking the sa as ."
Tang Tae-myeong didn't say anything to the man's words.
Just then, Mang Wu-yeong, flustered, rushed forward.
Thinking it was a statent that had crossed the line, Mang Wu-yeong hurriedly approached Tang Tae-myeong and apologized on his behalf.
"I-I'm sorry, Family Head!"
"..."
"I will give that student a stern warning! So if you were offended, please forgive him with a generous heart..."
"It's fine."
Tang Tae-myeong just said so without any change in expression.
At first glance, it sounded like he was going to forgive the student, but Mang Wu-yeong sohow felt a sense of unease from that tone.
"I also acted like that often when I was that age, full of vigor."
"..."
"So I understand completely."
"I-is that so?"
Is it really okay?
However, hearing Tang Tae-myeong's next words, Mang Wu-yeong realized his thoughts were wrong.
"It's also an adult's job to curb that vigor."
"...?"
"Teacher, please step aside. I'll take care of it from now on."
W-what on earth is he going to do… Before Mang Wu-yeong could say anything, Tang Tae-myeong walked forward.
Thud—.
After walking forward to so extent, Tang Tae-myeong stopped in his tracks.
The place where Tang Tae-myeong stopped was right in front of the man who had asked the question.
Although he had been quite full of spirit when he asked the question, as Tang Tae-myeong stood right in front of him, a look of tension couldn't help but appear on the man's face.
"You, what's your na?"
Tang Tae-myeong asked in a low voice.
This pressure felt just by standing in front of him.
He had briefly forgotten because of the doting father image he had shown on the first day, but the man belatedly realized that he was the head of the Sichuan Tang Family.
"...I am Yeon Jeong-hu, a first-year from the Black Tortoise Class."
"Yeon Jeong-hu, did you say you wanted to see the true face of the Tang Family?"
"...Yes, that's right."
Although Tang Tae-myeong was standing right in front of him, Yeon Jeong-hu was not intimidated at all.
If he had been the type to bend his opinion over sothing like this, he wouldn't have said such a thing to him in the first place.
Tang Tae-myeong had also co here knowing that fact.
Swoosh—.
Just then, Tang Tae-myeong slowly raised his right hand.
At that, Yeon Jeong-hu flinched slightly, but since it didn't seem like a threatening action, he just watched quietly.
Thump—.
Soon, his right hand ca to rest on Yeon Jeong-hu's shoulder.
It seed he would say sothing in that state, but Tang Tae-myeong just lowered his hand back to its original position.
"...?"
Of course, seeing that, Yeon Jeong-hu couldn't help but be puzzled.
It was the sa for the other students watching the two.
Just then, a cold voice flowed from Tang Tae-myeong's mouth.
"You will die in two shichen (four hours)."
"...What?"
A single phrase uttered as if it were nothing.
But as if he had heard a warning from the grim reaper, Yeon Jeong-hu felt as if the whole world, including himself, had frozen.
(End of Chapter)
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