Childhood Friend of the Zenith – 323 (Part 1)



323 (Part 1)

”'<Chapter 324> Practice. (3)

Two months have passed since the funeral.

Soon the cold winter will give way to the vibrant spring.

The frozen ground is melting preparing for the flowers to bloom.

Damn it.

I haven’t done anything yet I’ve aged another year.

“How frustrating.”

In the past I didn’t particularly care about age.

But now the fact that I’m getting older means.

It’s proof that busy time is passing day by day.

I wasn’t feeling good about it.

I know my remaining time is different from others.

Every day feels precious.

Moreover it has been a month since I visited the grave.

A lot has happened in that time.

The first thing is that the Murim Alliance has started investigating the grave.

Currently training at the Shinryong Temple is ongoing.

I can’t go investigate directly.

Powerful formations have been set up around the grave.

Even more so because Jang-ryong and I were wandering outside.

The number of instructors patrolling at night has increased.

It’s like unnecessary sentry duty.

Aren’t the instructors a bit resentful towards us for making the situation like this?

“That’s a bit sorry.”

I had particularly disliked sentry duty in my past life.

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So I felt quite apologetic.

But what can I do? I can’t live thinking about others.

“Tsk.”

Anyway as the Murim Alliance’s investigation is scheduled.

They requested additional cooperation regarding the discovery of the grave.

Let me reiterate. “Cooperation.”

Not an interrogation or investigation but a request to cooperate on how I discovered the grave.

This is probably due to.

The fact that my background is from the Guga clan and.

That I have the alias Jin-ryong.

“It seems the Ilgyeongpa helped after all.”

The source of my information being from the orthodox sects the Gaebang must have been helpful.

Fortunately it seems to have worked.

Of course wandering around at night and other factors would be points of deduction.

But for now I decided to not worry about it.

“Next is the issue regarding Geomhu.”

The reason Geomhu granted my request and briefly drew the attention of Cheonghaeilgeom.

Was because of a rare item called the Maehwa Stone.

According to Geomhu it was supposed to be at the grave I was looking for.

Even if it was there.

“What if it’s already gone?”

Geomhu did say that if he couldn’t find it there was nothing to be done.

But judging by his expression that didn’t seem to be the case.

“To be precise it seems to be a bigger problem than that.”

He seemed to be in shock about something more than the Maehwa Stone.

“What is it? Did he hear something from Cheonghaeilgeom?”

I couldn’t know what their conversation was about so I had to let it go.

The only problem here is.

“What should I do about this thing on my arm?”

It was about the object wrapped around my left arm.

The light pink cloth seemed to be a bandage wrapping around my arm.

The problem is this isn’t an ordinary cloth.

First of all it clung tightly to my arm and wouldn’t come off.

I tried everything to take it off but.

It felt like it was real leather; no matter what I did I couldn’t remove it.

Moreover.

“If it were an ordinary cloth it wouldn’t matter.”

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From the bound arm a faint…

No is “faint” the right word?

It’s blurry but definitely thick.

At that moment the massive and dense aura I felt when Shin Noya saved me from the grave.

Was now emanating from my left arm.

This is definitely volcanic aura.

Thanks to that the volcanic aura settled in my qi center.

It resonated with my energy constantly buzzing throughout the day so I couldn’t miss it.

“The problem is… what is the identity of this cloth?”

The fact that Shin Noya grabbed my body and held on.

Means that Shin Noya also knows about this rare item.

There’s a high probability that it was something he used.

The spirit of the cloth said that the grave was originally prepared for Shin Noya.

“So what is it?” What could this rare item be?

Isn’t it funny to add more when I already have a few rare items clinging to my body?

What is this conspicuous rare item that is so openly visible?

“It doesn’t seem to have any special abilities.”

Would it be easier to think of it as just a cloth that emits aura?

Or is there another use for it that I don’t know about?

“The person who could tell me that has fallen back asleep which is the problem.”

He saved me when I needed it most.

And then Shin Noya fell back asleep.

On top of that.

“The beast has quieted down too.”

The creature that used to cry for food every day.

Since that time it has hidden its presence.

Has it disappeared? No that’s not it.

I could tell it was still inside me.

Only time flows.

In that space unknown things swim by.

They swirl around me making me dizzy.

Do they think they are real fish?

Tap tap.

I kept tapping the table with my fingertips.

It’s an old habit I have when things get complicated.

“…The grave is over.”

I also have a habit of pushing aside things I can’t understand.

This is a habit that has developed recently.

There are many things I need to do.

I can’t waste time on things I don’t have answers for.

So I decided to set them aside and think about what I need to do now.

This is a kind of obsession.

Tap tap.

Continuously tapping the table with my fingertips.

The faces and names of people come to mind.

“…That guy is from the Gaebang so it’s hard to find him for now. Where is the other one from?”

The reason I recall people one by one and write them down is simple.

There are more than I thought; can I clear them all out?

I’m thinking of the people I need to kill.

I know well that the righteous alliance in this world has long been dead.

And I became fully aware of that right after the blood calamity occurred.

Though my insides are rotten.

The ones who call themselves orthodox sects are mostly just superficially polished.

Thinking about it the ones who act as they please calling themselves unorthodox sects have more issues with the Demonic Cult.

Isn’t it possible that the unorthodox sects are cleaner?

This is why I said the moment I left Shinryong Temple was the turning point.

I will kill everyone I need to kill.

The reason I am desperately trying to reach the realm of non-action.

Is that I need to be at a level where I can smoothly carry out this process.

Ugh.

Again.

I frowned at the sensation I felt.

Lately there are times when my head feels dizzy like this.

If I endure it it will soon subside.

But the swirling sensation isn’t pleasant.

I feel bad about it.

Would throwing up make me feel better? I even thought that.

“…Survival.”

“Is it a lack of training? I need to extend my time a bit more….”

“Gu Yangcheon survival.”

“…!”

Because I was lost in thought I couldn’t properly hear the call.

When I snapped back to reality and looked straight ahead.

Cheol Hwan-o was glaring at me with a furrowed brow.

Right. We were in training now.

“Yes.”

“The fact that the instructor called you three times and got no response means you weren’t focused right?”

“I answered. It was too quiet so you probably didn’t hear me.”

“…Oh.”

Of course that’s a lie.

Cheol Hwan-o probably knows that too. That’s why his expression is like that.

It’s interesting how a person’s face can crumple like that.

That’s a new piece of information.

“Since you say you were focused may I ask you a question instructor?”

“Yes. I will listen attentively.”

“Why does Cheongui Cheonjo have particularly low activity at night….”

“That’s because they are trying to mate. They are a bit perverted so they only do it at night.”

” ”

“Oh as long as you are careful with their weaknesses it should be fine… But if they can’t escape just catch them and burn them….”

“That’s enough.”

“Yes…”

This is really good information but he isn’t listening.

Cheongui Cheonjo is a type of blue demonic beast.

I |.

!

…

It’s a bird that can’t fly despite having wings.

It’s a bit long-necked to be called a chicken.

Anyway.

Among demonic beasts it’s one of the few species that mate.

Interestingly they only do it at night. Because of that there are fewer instances of being attacked by them after noon.

Hunting them is also easier at that time.

Whether my answer was correct or not Cheol Hwan-o let out a sigh of disappointment.

And then he continued the training.

“I really need to focus.”

Of course focusing doesn’t mean concentrating on the training.”’