The Heavenly Demon Who Reigns Chapter 92 : Star Instructor, Master Cheon (2)

My legs won't move.

I thought my wound was completely healed, but was that not the case?

However, Cheon Seong already knew that the reason why his legs were as heavy as lumps of iron was not because of that.

"Ugh..."

Cheon Seong, who was getting up with difficulty with a dying voice. And he was barely standing on his trembling legs.

'When on earth does this end?'

Since a while ago, Cheon Seong had been continuing his training, calling it a warm-up.

But is this really a warm-up?

Although he was sohow following along, Cheon Seong wanted to lie down on the floor right now.

Swish-.

Cheon Seong glanced at Cheon Myeong, who was standing next to him.

To the extent that it was hard to believe that he had been continuing the training just like him, Cheon Myeong was standing in his spot with a relaxed appearance.

'Why isn't hyung-nim tired at all?'

He and Cheon Myeong had been continuing their lower body exercises without rest for almost an hour.

Then isn't it normal to be tired?

But why does that human have the leisure to even wipe his sweat?

"..."

Until half an hour, Cheon Seong could endure it. Because that was the amount he had also been doing in his daily life.

However, from the mont he passed that point, Cheon Seong had to experience hell.

"Now, let's hold the horse stance for two quarters of an hour."

He still could not forget those words of Cheon Myeong.

Of course, if it were his usual self, he would have been able to endure that much.

But hadn't he been doing other exercises for half an hour before that? And that too, all of them were exercises that focused on the lower body.

So he had even asked Cheon Myeong back, wondering if he had misheard.

But he said that he had heard correctly.

Was it from that mont? That he had stopped talking.

'Does hyung-nim train like this every day?'

It was an intensity and amount that was hard to believe.

If he had rested even for a little while in the middle, it would have been sowhat understandable, but Cheon Myeong had never uttered the words that he would rest even for a little while.

'This... doesn't make sense.'

Could it be that Cheon Myeong was training with an excessive amount to deliberately make him tired?

Although Cheon Seong had had that thought in the middle, since Cheon Myeong was also doing the sa as him, he could not say anything.

So he had endured until now with stubbornness, but... now it was the limit.

Hoping desperately that this would be the last ti, Cheon Seong sent a silent gaze to Cheon Myeong.

'Please say it's over! Please!'

Cheon Seong, who was shouting so inwardly as he looked at Cheon Myeong, who was wiping his sweat. And Cheon Myeong looked at such a Cheon Seong and said with a smile.

"Now, shall we try the next move?"

"..."

A devil.

Cheon Seong saw Cheon Myeong, who was smiling at him, as such.

"H-hyung-nim..."

At this rate, his legs would not last any longer.

Although he had endured until now because of his pride, as his survival instinct ca up to his throat, Cheon Seong had no choice but to say so.

"I think this is it for ..."

"Why? Are you tired?"

"I don't have any more stamina... and I think my injured leg hurts a little..."

"Really? I was going to end it with the next one, but if you're tired, you can rest."

The next one is the last?

At that mont, Cheon Seong's ears perked up.

'How have I endured until now, I want to finish it to the end if possible.'

Yes, let's do it.

Didn't he decide not to bow his head anymore?

If he were to show a weak side here, he should not have thought of becoming like Cheon Myeong in the first place.

"No! I'll do it until the end!"

"Really? But since we'll just be running around the training ground at the end, it will be easier than until now."

If it was just running, he would be able to do it sohow.

As the good news ca, Cheon Seong's complexion seed to brighten a little.

Tap, tap-.

The two, who began to run around the training ground at a constant speed.

Since the training ground was small, it did not take much ti to go around once, but at the mont the number of laps exceeded five, Cheon Seong began to feel an ominous energy.

'Co to think of it... did I ask hyung-nim how many laps we were going to run?'

As that thought ca to him, a chill ca over him.

But still, since he had already run five laps, wouldn't he just run about five more laps?

Ten laps, what a clean number to end on.

However, even after running ten laps, as Cheon Myeong did not stop running, Cheon Seong asked with a trembling voice.

"Hyung-nim... how many laps are you planning to run?"

"Huh? I haven't really decided."

"..."

"How about a clean hundred laps? This training ground is small, so it's enough..."

Thump-.

As a heavy sound was suddenly heard, Cheon Myeong stopped running and looked behind him.

Then, there, Cheon Seong was lying with his face buried in the floor, and Cheon Myeong approached Cheon Seong and laid him down properly.

"..."

Cheon Seong, who was lying like a dried stingray.

Wondering if he was faking it, he opened his eyelids, but there was no reaction from his pupils at all.

'He really fainted.'

But still, just by following along this far, could it be said that he had done well enough?

Since he was planning to train with this intensity every day from now on, it would not be good to make him overdo it from the beginning.

"From tomorrow, I'll raise the intensity a little more. So for now, rest comfortably."

Cheon Myeong, who was saying that to the fainted Cheon Seong.

It was a statent that would beco a nightmare for Cheon Seong.

***

But still, is it said that humans are animals of adaptation?

Cheon Seong had been able to keenly realize those words recently.

Because he was now able to sohow endure Cheon Myeong's training, which had been so hard that he had even fainted on the first day, and complete it to the end.

"Gasp... gasp..."

But still, it was just as hard.

The reason was that whenever he tried to adapt to so extent, Cheon Myeong kept raising the intensity of the training.

But strangely, he had raised the intensity only to the point where he would not faint like on the first day.

Thanks to that, Cheon Seong did not have to faint anymore except for the first day, but thanks to that, he had to suffer extre fatigue every day.

'This is all because of the dicine that hyung-nim brought...'

In the first place, if one were to train to the limit every day like this, it was normal for fatigue to accumulate the next day and for the body to not move properly.

But when the training was over, Cheon Myeong fed Cheon Seong another dicine that he didn't know where he had gotten from.

When he took that dicine, the fatigue that had felt like he would die even before he went to sleep would strangely disappear as if it had been washed away the next day.

"..."

If he didn't take the dicine, would he not have to suffer so much the next day?

With that thought, Cheon Seong had also thought of not taking the dicine, but when the training was over, he found himself reaching for the dicine without realizing it.

Because he already knew how comfortable it would be the next day if he took that.

The thought of not wanting to suffer tomorrow could not overco the imdiate pain.

"How is it? It's a little more bearable now, right?"

"..."

"See, see, what did I say? The beginning is hard, but it'll be okay in a little while."

He hadn't said anything yet.

Looking at Cheon Myeong, who was asking and answering on his own, Cheon Seong could not say anything.

Why?

Because now, just catching his breath was a struggle.

He had no leisure to answer those words.

"Now, then, since you seem to have so leisure, shall we rest a little and try sothing else today?"

"...What?"

"Yes, yes, you want to try it quickly too, right? How great. Even if you train this much, you don't have to worry about the blisters on your palms bursting. Unlike in the past when you just swung your sword foolishly, it's a very fun and happy training, right?"

"..."

Instead of blisters, his muscles were about to burst.

But perhaps thanks to the dicine that Cheon Myeong had fed him, his muscles were actually fine, so Cheon Seong could not say anything.

"H-hyung-nim..."

As his breathing stabilized to so extent, Cheon Seong barely opened his mouth.

"Why?"

"Why have we been training only our bodies for ten days?"

"It's natural for a martial artist to train their body, what's wrong with that?"

As Cheon Myeong had said, it was natural for a martial artist to train their body.

But before being a martial artist, wasn't he a swordsman?

Then he should be holding a sword, so why on earth was he only doing such high-intensity training with his bare body?

Even a martial artist who used fist techniques would not seem to push their body this much.

"I am a swordsman. Then shouldn't I be training with a sword?"

"Who said so?"

"Rather than who said so... a swordsman should naturally hold a sword..."

"Then I'll ask you one thing. What do you swing a sword with?"

Swinging a sword?

As Cheon Myeong suddenly asked, Cheon Seong could not easily answer.

"...My two hands?"

"Correct."

To think that this was the correct answer.

Since it was so simple, even after he had said it, he had not thought that this was the correct answer.

"Then I'll ask you again. Whose are those two hands of yours?"

"...They are mine."

"Yes, they are attached to your body."

"..."

"There is sothing that many swordsn in the world misunderstand. Isn't it that a swordsman just has to swing a sword? If they practice the sword technique to the extre, perfectly understand the mysteries of the sword technique, and then beco one with the sword, can't they beco a Sword Emperor?"

Cheon Seong also naturally thought so.

That's why he had swung his sword so much that his blisters had burst.

Since he had firmly believed that that was the way he could beco stronger... Cheon Myeong said with a sneer, as if telling him to face reality.

"That's right. But that's a part that only guys who have reached a certain level should worry about."

"..."

"A guy who hasn't even mastered the basics is aiming for the Sword Emperor? I've seen countless guys who have fallen to the floor because of that."

That's exactly my story.

As Cheon Myeong said with a cold gaze, Cheon Seong was able to realize his own foolishness.

"Seong-ah, do you have the physical strength to handle your sword technique?"

"...I do not."

"I think you now understand why I am focusing on physical training."

"...Yes, Hyung-nim."

Cheon Seong was about to bow his head with a gloomy face.

"Didn't you promise not to bow your head anymore?"

"...!"

At Cheon Myeong's voice, Cheon Seong was startled and imdiately raised his head.

At that mont, a warm touch was felt on his shoulder.

Cheon Myeong had approached Cheon Seong at so point and had placed his hand on his shoulder.

"I know that I am training you much more harshly than usual because we don't have much ti."

"..."

"But still, you are following along well. If you just keep doing as you are now, you will definitely be able to beco much stronger."

Cheon Myeong said with a smile.

At that mont, a surge of emotion rose from within Cheon Seong.

Had anyone ever acknowledged him in the past?

No, not even once.

He had just been continuing a lonely fight by himself to be acknowledged.

But now that Cheon Myeong was acknowledging him, Cheon Seong did not know what expression to make at the feeling he was feeling for the first ti in his life.

"Hyung-nim, I..."

"So let's do a little more?"

"...?"

"It's okay. You can do it. Because you are the younger brother I have acknowledged."

He was happy to be acknowledged by Cheon Myeong. He was happy, but... why did he feel like he had been tricked sohow?

However, even while sensing that strangeness, Cheon Seong sohow could not refuse Cheon Myeong's words.

"You can do it, right?"

"...Yes, I can."

"As expected of my younger brother."

"..."

A whip and a carrot. And training, training, training. And finally, dicine.

It was the teaching thod of the star instructor, Master Cheon.

(End of Chapter)