The Lazy Young Master of the Jin Clan

Chapter 93 : Are You Alright?

The winner of the first sparring match of the Blue Dragon Daoist Temple was the Red Team.

Thanks to that, the martial artists of the Red Team, who had obtained a week's vacation, left the Daoist temple and enjoyed a short vacation.

"Hahahaha! It's all thanks to this Peng!"

"What on earth happened?"

Moyong Susu, who had left the Daoist temple and was enjoying a leisurely rest after a long time, asked with curiosity.

At that, Peng Xiaofeng proudly puffed out his chest.

"In a situation where everyone had collapsed, this Peng showed a superhuman mental strength and came to his senses. So the Daoist Temple Master looked at this Peng and said this! You are the winner! Peng Xiaofeng! he said."

"So why did Young Hero Peng win? Young Hero Peng couldn't even participate in the sparring match."

"Th-That's... because the one who survived at the end was this Peng... right?"

"Mmm..."

Since the winning side was indeed the Red Team, Peng Xiaofeng's words were probably not a complete lie.

In that case, what had happened to the fight between Cheon Gaseong and Jin Sohyun?

'Who won?'

No one knew the winner of that day.

After the sparring match ended, Jin Sohyun had gone to the infirmary, groaning, and Cheon Gaseong, who had been in the infirmary before him, had remained silent about the result of the sparring match.

Since the two who were the only ones who knew the result of the sparring match were silent, there were only rumors about who had won.

—Who do you think won?

—Is that even a question? Of course it's Young Hero Cheon! How could that lazy bum defeat Young Hero Cheon?

—But Young Hero Cheon also collapsed, didn't he? Besides, they say our team won thanks to Young Hero Peng. That means Young Hero Cheon didn't defeat the Jin family brat.

—He must have been lucky. Or maybe it was thanks to the strange sound art of the Strange Sound Master.

—What's a Strange Sound Master?

—It's the new title for Jin Sohyun. They say they call him that because his daegeum sound is so terrible.

—After the Slothful Young Master, now it's the Strange Sound Master... the Jin family brat already has two titles.

—I wouldn't take it even if you gave it to me. A title like that.

—Who says otherwise?

The officials who did not know the truth guessed about the sparring match of that day in their own ways.

And Jin Sohyun had gotten a second title.

Moyong Susu decided to ignore the officials who were talking nonsense without knowing the truth.

It was because their talk was no different from nonsense anyway.

In the first place, since the person in question, Jin Sohyun, did not care, there was no need for the two of them to make an effort.

"By the way, to think Young Hero Jin learned a sound art. Isn't that amazing?"

"Mmm. Even thinking about it now, it was a ter...rible sound."

"But the effect was great, wasn't it? If I heard a sound like that during a fight, I wouldn't have been able to withstand it."

"I'd rather lose my eardrums."

"Hoho. That's like you, Young Hero Peng. Since it's only a week, let's enjoy it to our heart's content."

"Alright!"

Moyong Susu and Peng Xiaofeng moved busily to enjoy their short vacation to their heart's content.

This was the same for the rest, Hyeok'ugun and Oh Seolhwa.

They spent their time enjoying their outing after a long time.

Meanwhile, the Blue Team, which had been defeated in the sparring match, was training in a heavy atmosphere.

"The Red Team... I'm envious."

"If we had been in the Red Team with Young Hero Cheon, we would be soaking our bodies in a warm bath instead of in the dust by now."

"And eating delicious food to our heart's content."

While the officials of the Blue Team were training in the dust with sullen faces, Zhuge Ming was replaying the last sparring match.

'Young Hero Jin's sound art has become even more amazing... and terrible. To think he could make everyone faint.'

It was not just the next-generation talents who had fainted.

Since the instructors had also fainted, Zhuge Ming had not been able to hear the result of the sparring match.

'Considering how miserably the training ground was shattered, it's true that Young Hero Cheon and Young Hero Jin clashed.'

The traces left by the clash of the two martial artists remained on the training ground.

"But the winner was the Red Team..."

Unlike the other officials who were guessing randomly and wandering around, Zhuge Ming judged the situation with a cold gaze.

"The fact that Peng was proudly boasting that he had won thanks to him... means that both Young Hero Cheon and Young Hero Jin were unable to continue the sparring match, and the Red Team, with Peng remaining, won?"

In that case, it meant that the sixth sparring match had ended in a draw.

Zhuge Ming was puzzled by that.

"If it was a draw, our team should have won... but I can't understand that Young Hero Jin was defeated."

The frustrated Zhuge Ming moved his gaze to the infirmary where Jin Sohyun was resting.

"Stop being lazy and come out! I have a mountain of things to ask you!"

***

"How long are you going to be lazy?"

"Cough! Cough! The internal injury I got hasn't healed yet..."

"You're just anxious to be lazy whenever you get a chance."

"You saw it too, Daoist Temple Master. That brat named Cheon Gaseong was no joke, you know?"

"It wouldn't have been such a difficult fight if you had given it your all."

"Kkeung..."

As Jin Sohyun pulled the blanket over his head, Gwak Myeong overturned the bed.

"Ack!"

Jin Sohyun, who had twisted his body and landed on his two feet before being thrown to the floor, glared at Gwak Myeong.

"Why did our team lose in the first place? Even if the sixth sparring match was a draw, shouldn't the Blue Team, which had more victories, have won?"

"Normally, that would have been the case."

"So?"

"You used unauthorized weapons in the sparring match. Don't you remember? To block Cheon Gaseong's sword strike, you used the swords of the other next-generation talents."

"Th-That's..."

"Besides, to a swordsman, a sword is no different from his own life. You took someone else's sword without permission and used it as you pleased, so you are disqualified. In a situation where the Blue Team and the Red Team were tied, you fell asleep as soon as the sparring match was over, didn't you? So the final victory goes to the Red Team, to which Peng Xiaofeng, who was the only one who had come to his senses, belonged."

"Tsk!"

Whether he should have just died, or whether what Cheon Gaseong had used was not a killing move.

Gwak Myeong, whose ears were hurting from Jin Sohyun's constant mumbling, slapped his back.

"Ack!"

"Stop mumbling and move! Your team members are now diligently honing their own strength!"

"Yes..."

Jin Sohyun, who had pouted his lips, went out of the infirmary with slow steps.

Gwak Myeong, who was watching this with a displeased expression, let out a deep sigh.

"Do I have to make a brat like that the team leader?"

Gwak Myeong's worries were deepening day by day.

***

"Ah—the sunlight is nice."

Jin Sohyun, who had come out of the infirmary, trudged towards the training ground.

There were the martial artists of the Blue Team who had come out early and were training.

They looked at Jin Sohyun with complicated gazes when they discovered him.

'Did they find out that our team lost because I was disqualified? The Daoist Temple Master's mouth was lighter than I thought!'

Because he had committed a sin, Jin Sohyun slightly hunched his neck and walked to one corner of the training ground.

"Young Hero Jin!"

Zhuge Ming, who had been waiting for Jin Sohyun with all his heart, came running.

Jin Sohyun, who had crawled into the training ground, glancing around, shrugged his shoulders.

"Wh-Why?"

"I've been waiting and waiting for you to come out, Brother Jin!"

"Th-That's... I didn't mean to, but... it just happened."

"What are you talking about?"

"The defeat in the sparring match..."

"Ah, it's alright! Young Hero Jin must have done his best. It's the fault of all of us who couldn't stop Young Hero Cheon."

"Haha. Is that so?"

"More than that!"

Zhuge Ming approached stealthily and asked with a low voice.

"What happened? Did you win the fight with Young Hero Cheon, Brother Jin?"

Jin Sohyun, who was thinking about what to answer, also whispered with a low voice.

"I barely won, but Young Hero Cheon was a very formidable opponent. In the end, I also collapsed."

He had completely left out the part about being so tired and lazy that he had fallen asleep.

If he had said that, it would have been revealed to the whole world that they had lost the sparring match because of the laziness of a lazy bum.

But Zhuge Ming's expression, who had heard this, was serious.

"The level of Young Hero Cheon is beyond what I had thought. To think that even the great Brother Jin barely won..."

"Aren't you overestimating me too much?"

"You are the Brother Jin who defeated the fiend of Jiao Lake by yourself. Overestimation, that's not even close."

"By the way, why are you calling me Brother Jin?"

Zhuge Ming smiled brightly and said.

"We've gotten quite close now, haven't we? So I'm calling you Brother Jin comfortably."

"You can call me comfortably."

"Ah, then... may I call you by your name comfortably?"

As Jin Sohyun nodded his head, Zhuge Ming laughed heartily, unlike his usual self.

"Hahaha! Then I'll call you Sohyun from now on! You can also call me comfortably, Sohyun."

"Okay!"

Jin Sohyun and Zhuge Ming, who had finally become comfortable with each other.

But Jin Sohyun did not know.

That Zhuge Ming's mouth, which had been unsealed by becoming close, would never rest.

"If I had come up with a proper strategy, our team could have won... it's a shame. Now that I think about it..."

Next to Zhuge Ming, who was talking without rest, Jin Sohyun was gradually dying.

Jin Sohyun, who was a true lazy bum among lazy bums, was so lazy that he didn't even bother to nod his head and just stared into the empty air with his mouth open.

While Jin Sohyun was suffering from Zhuge Ming's never-resting mouth, the fingertips of Cheon Yerang, who had fallen asleep in one side of the infirmary, moved little by little.

She was dreaming.

It was a very old dream.

Cheon Yerang was being chased, and the black-clad men were quickly closing the distance.

With her short arms and legs, it was impossible to run away by displaying her movement technique, and she did not have the sword she always carried at her waistband.

And yet, there was no fear.

'My life is for the White Moon Palace.'

The moment she realized that there was no longer a place to run, Cheon Yerang drew her dagger without delay.

The black-clad men appeared.

They surrounded her on all sides and emitted a sinister killing intent.

'I'm not afraid of dying.'

Because she had been taught so.

What was more important was the glory of the White Moon Palace.

Ignoring the persuasion of the black-clad men to surrender obediently, she brought the dagger to her neck.

Although she felt a sharp pain, she did not care.

And at that moment, two men appeared.

"Father... brother..."

They were looking at Cheon Yerang.

There was no affection for Cheon Yerang in their emotionless pupils.

"If only you had been a boy."

"A half-wit who only inherited the blue eyes."

They turned their backs on Cheon Yerang.

She also knew.

That her death would not make the two sad.

Was that why?

There were no regrets.

"What's important is the White Moon Palace's..."

The moment she had given up everything, a beautiful melody was felt from somewhere.

The daegeum sound, which was cheerful and pleasant, defeated all the approaching black-clad men.

At the same time, someone appeared next to her.

Cheon Yerang tried to look at the man's face, but she could not see his face.

"Who..."

Flash!

Cheon Yerang, who had opened her closed eyes, unknowingly fumbled with the faint scar left on her neck.

"A dream..."

As she got up from the bed, the door of the infirmary opened, and a young woman appeared.

"Ah, are you awake?"

"Yes."

"But please rest a little more. The doctor said that your mental exhaustion is greater than the wounds on your body, and you have to rest for a few days because of the internal injury."

"I'm fine."

"But... ah, Young Hero Cheon was discharged a while ago, so don't worry."

"My brother was... hospitalized?"

"Yes. I heard that he had fainted from a big shock to his head during the sparring match. Don't worry, as he has no major injuries other than a small scratch and an internal injury."

She could not believe it.

Cheon Gaseong was the first young lord of the White Moon Palace and the young lord who would succeed his father, Cheon Yushin, and lead the palace.

His defeat was something that could not even be imagined.

That's why Cheon Yerang immediately left the infirmary and headed to the training ground.

There was Jin Sohyun, who had discovered Cheon Yerang.

"Young Lady Cheon!"

Jin Sohyun approached with steps that were neither slow nor fast and smiled brightly.

"Are you alright?"

(End of Chapter)