Absolute Regression

Episode 40 Be strong, Ian!

Early the next day, I went to Cheonmajeon to visit my father.

My father was not in Daejeon, but at a private training center.

I’m waiting outside for you to finish your training.

“Come in.”

My father, who reported my visit, let me into the training center. As I walked inside, I was nervous. It was my first time entering my father’s private training facility.

The moment I walked inside.

My father, who was in the middle of the training hall, rushed towards me.

The herbivorous skills displayed by my father were excellent.

The black Heavenly Demon Sword flew there.

The Heavenly Demon wields the Heavenly Demon Sword and uses the Mysterious Treasure to attack someone?

It was an attack that no one could survive.

In a flash, the situation was over.

The Heavenly Demon Sword stopped in midair.

I was standing right next to the Heavenly Demon Sword. The distance was close enough to make my breath freeze on the blade of the sword. I dodged my father’s attack with a blinker.

In the fight between the Myeongwangbo and the Flashing Treasure, did the Flashing Treasure win? Of course not.

It was an attack that I could barely avoid in the first place.

“You keep targeting this handsome face.”

“Whoever is targeting you from the outside will not be as merciful as me.”

“Thank you for saving my life.”

I looked around my father’s training center as if nothing had happened.

“I thought there was something special, but there isn’t.”

There really wasn’t.

There were only a few swords and swords and spears erected on the walls of the empty space.

“At the very least, there wasn’t even a training doll erected.”

“Why do you keep things you don’t need?”

Well, I also train while imagining an imaginary enemy. Would it be any different if he were a father?

At that time, the iron plate attached to the wall caught my eye.

It was a hand-thick and had a fist indented in it. Surprisingly, the material was made of perennial iron.

“oh my god! How strong are your fists? “This is abuse all the time.”

“Stop talking nonsense and come here.”

There was a reason why my father took me to the training center.

“Open the Wind God Newspaper.”

“yes.”

Since I didn’t have many opportunities to receive my father’s teachings, I did my best to open the Pungshin Sabo.

Pungsinsabo is largely composed of four types, but those types contain a total of more than nine hundred changes. Depending on the interpretation, the change increased or decreased.

Depending on how you interpret and operate the change, the movement changes slightly and ultimately the power of the Pungsin Sabo changes. This is why the same martial arts feel and have different power depending on who uses them.

When I finished eating, my father was refreshed. Maybe it’s because my accomplishments were higher than you thought.

I had many conversations with my father about the herbivorous diet I had practiced.

At first, simply put more or less force on your foot. The debate was about whether or not to go faster when twisting your back.

I expressed my thoughts as they were. There were some parts that went against my father’s opinions, but surprisingly, my father had a very flexible mind.

Just as I said, he displayed his herbivorous skills on the spot.

“As you said, the correct interpretation seems to be to put more force on the right foot.”

At this moment when we were talking about martial arts, my father felt like a different person. It was free, generous, and reasonable.

I talked with my father about Pungsinsabo for a while.

The discussion about martial arts ended only when I felt so engrossed in the conversation that I was hungry.

When the conversation ended, I felt that the level of Pungsinsabo had grown further.

“Thank you for teaching me such great lessons. “This favor….”

I will repay you by killing Hwamugi.

“I will pay you back with money later.”

My father blurted out in response to my joke.

“Eat and go.”

For a moment I was startled.

“Why are you so surprised?”

“I first heard it from my father. “Let’s eat together.”

“Everything is surprising.”

My father left the training ground first. As my father said, I thought everything was touching, but honestly, my heart was moved.

I had a meal with my father.

It looked like they were going to prepare a sumptuous feast, but there weren’t as many dishes as I expected. It was a truly neat award.

“There is more food, so it will cost more.”

“yes.”

I ate without joking. This opportunity doesn’t come around often, so I tried to remember this moment well.

My father gave me a strange look as I ate quietly, and then ate in silence.

Well, when I was with my father, I used to play around, joke, and joke more, even if only on purpose.

But at this moment, my father and I, who were on the verge of regression, were eating. Old man to man, unmanned to unmanned. Nevertheless, as father and son.

‘Father… I missed moments like this.’

I’ve never missed anything before. But it wasn’t until this moment that I realized it. Deep down in my heart, I was missing this place.

That’s how I ended my historic first meal with my father. I will never forget this first meal without saying a word.

After finishing eating, my father asked me.

“Did Chan hit you in the mouth?”

Now is the time to return to my usual self.

“Would you like to switch places with me?”

Im Sook-su, don’t feel sorry. Because it’s a joke.

“No work.”

“haha.”

I had a drink with my father.

“You drank alcohol at Doma and Magachon?”

“yes.”

Indeed, my father knows my every move on campus.

“How much do you trust him?”

“I don’t believe it.”

“why?”

“Because I don’t know about him. “No matter how transparent a person may seem, you should not be conceited that you know that person.”

When I answered as my father taught me, my father looked satisfied. They are worried that they might get stabbed in the back while trusting in Thomas.

“Why did you come to see me today?”

I am asked this question more than four hours after visiting my father.

“I have a favor to ask you.”

“Say it.”

“Please add one more family to my family.”

My father looked like he was saying something absurd.

“Are you saying you want to get married?”

“no.”

“then?”

“I would like to teach the flying sword technique to my guardian, Ian.”

I planned to teach Ian the secret swordsmanship in which I had achieved great success. He must have excellent swordsmanship to be able to maintain his position as Lord Guiyang.

The problem was that Bicheon Sword Art was a martial art that could only be taught to the Heavenly Demon’s blood relatives. It could not be passed down without the father’s permission.

“Are you saying you’re going to disparage your real blood relatives and make the guardians your family?”

“yes. A person more precious than blood relatives. And he is also a person who will achieve great things in the future.”

“Bicheon Swordsmanship is your German martial arts skill, is that okay?”

“My German martial arts will be the Nine Fire Demonic Arts.”

All these processes of trying to reap the Blood Heavenly Demon and the Ilhwa Geomjon, installing Jang Ho as the demon lord, and establishing a new demon kingdom will all be in vain if I do not become the successor.

In the end, all of this is ultimately done to gain recognition from the father. Only by becoming a successor and learning the nine fire magic techniques will you be able to deal with fire weapons.

“You’re confident.”

“He is a person worth passing on.”

“In what way?”

“He is a better person than me.”

My father was silent for a moment, perhaps because the answer was unexpected.

After having a drink, my father asked.

“Are you planning to make that child the head of your private organization?”

“Yes, that’s right. There may be some Mazons that get removed from me in the future. I will fill that void with my private organization. So please allow it.”

Then my father said something pleasant.

“good night.”

At first I thought I heard wrong. Because I thought there was no way they would give me permission this easily.

“Are you really saying that you can teach Ian the art of flying swords?”

I checked again, but my father nodded silently. I thought he would give me permission only if I complete a mission with some conditions… Why did he give me permission so easily?

“Instead, promise me one thing.”

“Please order.”

“Next time you decide to kill Mazon, you must tell me. Any mazon.”

It was an easy promise. No, I tried to do that even if I didn’t promise. Because I didn’t plan on killing the Mazons without my father’s permission.

“Yes, I definitely will.”

* * *

“Did you call me?”

After receiving permission from my father, I immediately invited Ian to my personal training center.

“Do you know why I called you?”

“Yes, I have a rough guess.”

“What?”

“Aren’t you trying to test what you’ve trained so far?”

It was a natural assumption that they had called me to the training center.

“how? Are you ready?”

“I did my best to train.”

“Not that one.”

“yes?”

“Are you ready to learn a new martial art?”

For a moment, Ian was startled. Soon the surprise turned into excitement. Is there any other more pleasant and exciting moment for a martial artist than this: learning the martial art of rising?

“Your Majesty Ian.”

“yes.”

“From now on, I will teach you the flying sword technique.”

Ian, who was dazed for a moment, was shocked and even screamed.

“Ahh!”

It was the most surprising moment since I met her.

“No! Bicheon Sword Art is a martial art that can only be taught to the Heavenly Demon’s blood relatives, right? If you teach me martial arts, the leader will beat me to death. The master will also be greatly scolded. If your intention is to teach it secretly, give up. There are no secrets in the world. Even if the secret is kept, I cannot learn.”

As she poured out her words, I smiled and asked,

“Are you finished talking?”

“There’s more, but I’ll just tell you this. No! “Absolutely not!”

I smiled and told her.

“I got permission from my father.”

“yes?”

Ian’s eyes widened. As I watched Ian’s surprise, I felt that her expressions were very diverse. There were many expressions of surprise on her face, and this was the first time I had seen this surprise.

“really?”

“okay.”

“That can’t be possible.”

“If you’re in doubt, come with me and check.”

Ian, who was afraid of his father the most in the world, waved his hands and stepped back.

“You’d rather kill me.”

“I don’t hate you enough to lie about something like this. Should I definitively tell you why what I say is true?”

“What is it?”

“You’re right. If you pass it on without permission, you will die. “There’s no way I would put you in that kind of danger.”

I guess Ian also had that much faith in me.

“You really got permission?”

“okay.”

Ian’s eyes wavered.

“But Bicheon swordsmanship is the master’s martial art. Why do you want to teach it to me?”

“Well, if you want to become a ghost master, you have to learn this level of martial arts. And… you are like my own flesh and blood. So you can learn.”

For a moment, Ian was moved to tears.

“young master.”

“It’s not for you, it’s for me. I will definitely pamper you in the future. So don’t like it too much.”

“But how dare you learn the master’s martial arts?”

“My German martial arts will be the Nine Fire Demonic Arts. So, you can learn it without any pressure.”

In the end, tears fell from Ian’s eyes.

“Someone would go this far… “I’ve never valued you…”

I lightly patted Ian’s back as he was speechless. Ian wailed loudly. It seems like something that was stored deep inside my heart suddenly burst out. I left her to cry her heart out.

After she cried a lot and calmed down, I taught her the art of flying.

Martial arts training was carried out by Jeonum.

―Bicheon Sword Technique consists of eight herbal techniques containing the changes and energy of the sky. Think of your dantian as the sky and expand it as much as possible. True energy must flow like the wind, sometimes as powerful as a spring breeze, and sometimes as powerful as a passing typhoon. The beginning of history….

Intelligent Ian perfectly memorized the phrases of the Bicheongeombeop when it was sung five times repeatedly.

“Gugyeol should be able to respond right away if you poke him in the side while he’s sleeping. Do you understand?”

“all right.”

Ian will work hard, and if I teach him whenever I can, his skills will improve day by day.

“And this.”

I took a small wooden box out of my pocket and held it out to her.

“What is this?”

“Open it.”

Inside the wooden box she opened was a piece of poisonous liquor. It was one of the poisoned liquors taken from the Golden Jangju’s secret safe.

“What is it?”

“It’s poisonous wine.”

“yes? “That precious blood poison liquor?”

“okay. In the future, if there is a risk of poisoning or you meet someone who uses poison, put it in your mouth and fight.”

“Why are you doing this to me?”

“This is a gift to congratulate you on officially learning Bicheon Swordsmanship.”

“No! “I was taught martial arts, but I can’t receive something this precious!”

“You must get it.”

“why?”

“I will also give it to someone who is less close to me than you. “You can’t give to someone else what you haven’t given to yourself.”

“It’s strange logic, isn’t it?”

“Now then, come take a test on what you learned later. “Don’t neglect your training.”

I hurriedly left before this place became a sea of tears again.

I felt a heat behind me that went beyond emotion and gratitude.

I was looking forward to the future created by that heat. At least I won’t let you become so hot that you throw yourself for me. So…

Be strong, Ian!

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