Novel legend of northern blade chapter 1

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Why is it a sword?

There are so many weapons in the world, why did I choose a sword?

It is because the sword is the most perfect weapon of the battlefield.

Two blades on an elongated body.

The blade on one side hurts the enemy, and the blade on the other protects me.

It protects me by killing the enemy.

That is the purpose of a weapon called a sword.

That's how I use the weapon of the sword.

Stand alone under the collapsed sky

Jinmuwon opened his closed eyes. Strangely, the world looked hazy. It's because of the cloudy, wet film that's young in the eyes. 

Even if I tried to endure it, tears were constantly flowing down, whether the tear glands were broken.

Jinmuwon stole the corner of his eye with his sleeve.

'I will only cry until today. I won't shed tears again in the future.'

It was the oath of a young boy who was 13 years old this year.

At that time, someone reached out a big hand and stroked Jinmuwon's head. Jinmuwon looked up and looked at him.

His face, which always had a leisurely smile, was filled with a tragic atmosphere.

He knelt and looked into Jinmuwon.

“Son, you are alone from now on.”

"father."

“I’m sorry.”

“Did you know I'm sorry?”

At Jin Muwon's answer, he nodded.

He reached out his big hand and grabbed Jinmuwon's shoulders.

“Do you know? From now on, you are the gatekeeper of the Northern Astronomical Gate.”

Jinmuwon nodded silently. He silently patted Jinmuwon on the shoulder.

The son's shoulder in his hand was trembling. No matter how grown-up he was, he was only 13 years old, still in need of parental protection.

Jin Muwon forcibly held back his tears and looked into the air, avoiding his eyes.

“Sheesh! What kind of legacy do you have as a gatekeeper of a ruined family?”

"I'm sorry."

“Don’t say you’re sorry. Apple doesn't suit my father.”

“Yes, I've been forgetting for a moment who I am.”

He straightened his back and got up.

His name was Jin Kwan-ho, a man with the great nickname of the Northern Wall. 

A man who became a wall of despair for some and an endless protective shield for others. The word apologize didn't suit him.

“Do you want to resent me? I made things come to this point.”

"done. Good, well. There is no need to be bound by a grand cause anymore. It’s free.”

“Thank you for thinking that way.”

Jin Kwan-ho nodded and looked out.

A large number of people gathered in the spacious training field. And they were all waiting for Jin Kwan-ho to come out.

“Is it time to live up to expectations? If it's this king, it would be nice to be gorgeous?

Jin's eyes shook at the calm words of Jin Kwan-ho.

He bite his lips gently. 

Although her fragile lips were torn and blood flowed down, Jin Muwon looked only at Jin Kwan-ho, as if he couldn't even feel pain.

'father.'

Jin Muwon looked at the back of Jin Kwan-ho walking outside.

It is wider than anyone else and yet has a strong back. Jinmuwon captured the figure in both eyes as if it were a stamp.

In the eyes of Jinmuwon, who came out along Jinkwanho, the people gathered in the dance halls came into view.

People of all ages, dressed in all kinds of clothes, all with a lot of focus in their eyes, 

telling the fact that they are all unmanned people who have mastered the martial arts.

The few unmanned people left in the North Astronomical Gate were blocking them in front of them, but they looked like candles in front of a typhoon.

Their keen gaze caught on to Jin Kwan-ho.

Jin Kwan-ho looked at them one by one. The unmanned people who met him turned their heads as if they had committed a crime. 

However, some rather glared at Jin Kwan-ho with the eyes of blatant hostility. 

Among them were those whom Jin Kwan-ho and Jin Mu-won had known for a long time.

Jin Kwan-ho muttered calmly as he looked at them.

“It seems like all of Kangho's unmanned people have gathered. Should I say it's an honor?”

It seemed that all of the top unmanned people leading the current Kang Ho had gathered. Among them, there were those who stood out the most.

Nine unmanned men were standing in the middle of the army, 

ranging from the unmanned man in the mid-to-late thirty to the old monk who appears to be in the late seventy. 

The momentum overwhelming Gunung naturally flowed from their bodies.

It was a prayer that only those who stood in the place of the man-in-the-middle could have. Jin Kwan-ho's expression, looking at them, turned cold.

“I think all of this was the work of Unjung-cheon. I can't help but admire this Jin Mo.”

“Jin Moon-ju.”

The old man who seems to be in the early sixties stepped forward. 

It was a normal appearance that can be seen anywhere, but only one, the concentrate was constantly flowing from his eyes.

Most people were reluctant to stand in front of him because of his gaze as if he was looking through the inside of him.

“The famous Gwijegal (鬼諸葛) Seomun-se-ga’s elder Taesang.”

Jin Kwan-ho looked through the identity of Nomunsa at a glance.

The old man's name is Seohwa. He was a genius of the era who resurrected the ruined prestigious Seomun Sega. 

He said that his knowledge and insight were at its peak, and all the reasons under the world were contained in that little head.

After passing over the position of Gaju to his son and becoming Taesang Elder, he became one of the nine skies in Unjungcheon. 

And today, the western culture appeared in the North Astronomical Gate along with the nine skies of Unjungcheon.

“Why did you do that, Jin Moon-ju?”

“I don't know what Elder Preface is talking about because this Jin-mo is stupid.”

“Are you really going to deny what you did? The true gatekeeper, who was supposed to stop the Milya, did not communicate with them.”

"haha! Jin-mo Lee, I'm proud to say that I have lived my entire life. It's ridiculous to say that I'm talking with Milya like that.”

“The Northern Angel, the four pillars of the Northern Astronomical Gate, testified. Are you still trying to find out?”

Jin Gwan-ho's gaze turned to the four men standing behind Gun-woong. 

Although the appearance was not clearly visible due to the presence of Gunwoong, Jin Kwan-ho could clearly feel their presence.

“Are you so embarrassed that you can’t reveal yourself?”

The Northern Heavens of Heaven (北天四柱).

Those who were called the four pillars of the Northern Astronomical Gate.

Those who were once friends of Jin Kwan-ho and trusted more than anyone as a shield and spear of the North Astronomy. 

Even they turned their backs on Jinkwanho and Bukcheonmun. And many of the Northern Astronomical Islands followed them and betrayed them.

'You are thoroughly alone.'

Suddenly, his gaze turned to Jinmuwon, who was quietly standing next to him.

His son was more calm and quiet than anyone else. However, Jin Kwan-ho was well aware that it was only an appearance. 

Jinmuwon's slender shoulders proved that.

No matter how calm you pretend, you are only 13 years old. It was too young to endure the great misfortune that suddenly came and to accept it calmly.

Jin Kwan-ho put his hand on Jin Muwon's shoulder. Jinmuwon looked up at his father's warmth.

The son's black eyes were talking a lot.

'I'm sorry.'

With such a son behind, Jin Kwan-ho took a step toward western culture. Then, the nine skies of Unjungcheon, including Seohwa, fluttered.

“Anyway, the plate you made, no matter how hard I struggle, there won't be a place to get out. 

But this is the North Astronomical Gate, and if I only eat my heart, a third of the unmanned people gathered here will never survive.”

“That’s why you want to rebel, Jin Moon-ju?”

For the first time, a light of tension emerged in the face of Western culture. It was the same for others.

Although the fall is ahead, this place was the base of the Buk Astronomical Gate. 

Moreover, considering that it has prevented the Jundong of Milya for a hundred years, 

it is not strange if there are any death traps and engine suppression here. 

If so, more than three-thirds of the gunwoongs who really gathered here might have lost their lives.

Above all, a man named Jin Kwan-ho.

I couldn't even imagine how much of the damage would be if an unmanned man, called the northern wall, rushed to death.

Although it is said that the Bukcheonsaju turned his back on him, many of the elite of Bukcheonmun were still following Jin Kwanho. 

If Jin Kwan-ho gives the order, they will all run to death indefinitely.

Therefore, the tension of the nine skies in Seoculture and Unjungcheon was more than ever. However, an unexpected word came out of Jin Kwan-ho's mouth.

“I will disband the Northern Astronomical Gate.”

“Really?”

“There is no reason to come and tell lies.”

Jin Kwan-ho smiled at the western culture that he looked at with uncertainty. 

The faces of the nine heavens, including western culture, were colored red in his eyes as if he knew everything. 

This is because the shame that I had decided to bury for a while again came upon me.

As such, Jin Kwan-ho was not easy. Although it was a moment, all nine skies felt overwhelmed by Jin Kwan-ho.

'The northern wall, it's the one that must be removed.'

'As long as there is interest, we will not be able to manage Jungwon as we will. It must be eliminated.'

Nine skies secretly exchanged their eyes. 

Whether he knew the intentions of the nine heavens or not, Jin Kwan-ho turned around and burst into the dead.

“From today we will disband the Buk Astronomical Gate! Jeon Mundo now leaves the Buk Astronomical Gate and live freely!"

"This is the last order from Jin Gwan-ho to the Buk Astronomical Lord!”

“Moonju!”

“Hook!”

The bodies of the Buk Astronomical warriors, who were confronting the warriors of the Kang-ho, 

collapsed at the sound of Jin Gwan-ho’s sound like a bleak power. Hot tears continued to flow from their faces as they were preparing for death.

Jin Kwan-ho looked at western culture again.

“Is it done now?”

“… … .”

“It looks like it's not that much.”

Jin Kwan-ho's smile thickened.

In the end, the answer they wanted was decided. Nothing but that will satisfy their desires.

Wow!

Jin Kwan-ho raised his strength. Then, the surrounding atmosphere shook, and a sharp wind blew out in all directions. 

In that form, the nine heavens, including the western culture, also raised their strength. In any case, it is necessary to do a joint venture.

At the moment when Ungong reached its peak, Jin Kwan-ho suddenly reversed his history. 

Then Jin Kwan-ho's body trembled violently along with the fierce plasticity.

"father!"

Jin Muwon shouted and ran to Jin Kwan-ho, who was collapsing. Dark-red blood is flowing from Jin Gwan-ho's seven ball in Jin Mu-won's arms.

“Hmmm!”

The middle men shed their voices on that appearance. They all knew what was going on without anyone telling me. 

Due to the unreasonable backflow of the inner air, the deep veins inside the Jinkwan Lake burst. 

He couldn't save him even if Daera fresh came after all the heart veins burst.

Jin Kwan-ho looked at the western culture with his bloody eyes as his bloodline burst.

"this… … Was it mine?”

In his miserable appearance, the western culture and other military men could not say anything.

A man who was able to rebel as much as possible took his own life.

Jin Kwan-ho's extreme choice made everyone lost his words, and the sharply forged military men's momentum was dampened. 

At that appearance, the western culture bit her lips gently.

His gaze turned to Jinmuwon, who is holding Jin Kwan-ho.

'I had to make sure that the sakchojegeun (削草制根) was made clear while I was hit.'

However, it became difficult because of the atmosphere that was going back. 

If you push more than this, you will only buy the antipathy of the military men.

“Everyone goes back!”

Jin Kwan-ho, who was in the arms of Jin Muwon at the cry of the western culture, smiled weakly. 

There was no vitality on his face, whose heart veins were torn and burst. 

They are still holding on because of their strong pitfalls, but now they have reached their limits.

“I'm sorry, son.”

"father."

“Please live freely.”

Jin Kwan-ho died as he smiled.

Jin Muwon looked at such a father's face for a long time. 

Despite the self-determination of her own heart vein, her father's face seemed alive and peaceful. 

Jinmuwon reached out a trembling hand and closed his father's eyes.

Jin Muwon turned around holding Jin Kwan-ho's body, which was cooling off, in his arms. I was alone from now on. 

I had to stand alone under the collapsed sky.

The soldiers were gazing silently at the long black shadow of Jinmuwon. 

The appearance of Jinmuwon, who did not cry even with his father's death, was giving them a strange thrill.