Episode 5 Wild beasts do not hide their claws.
The hunting ground didnât have to be far.
The mountain behind our school was famous for being rugged, and defensive positions and engine formations were set up here and there, so no one could enter in the first place. The only people in this deserted place were my father and I.
âOh, there must be three.â
My fatherâs bodyguard, Hwi, must be following me somewhere in hiding.
I called him Uncle Hwi. I saw it often when I was young, but as I got older, I had less opportunity to see it. Hwi is a reception guard that his father absolutely trusts. If I have Ian, my father has Hwi.
I raised my flag and looked around, but could not find any sign of Hwi. Indeed, he is a skilled person who has reached the highest level in the art of hiding. Of course, this kind of Hwido⊠was killed by Hwamugi that day.
The first words my father said to me that day were these.
âWhat is all that crazy burden?â
I was carrying a leather bag as big as my body.
âThis is what you need for a few days.â
âfew days? âI plan to come down after just one day.â
âYou donât know, right? âIâm sure youâll enjoy hunting with me and want to do it for a few more days.â
My father blatantly showed his inner thoughts on his face, wondering if that was even possible.
âYour dream is too dreamy.â
Although I had been with my father for less than half an hour, I realized one thing I had not known. The point is that my memories of my father were quite distorted.
I remembered my father as someone who rarely spoke. But my father said more than I thought.
âItâs a lot bigger than I thought.â
It was an evaluation of his performance against Koo Pyeong-ho in the fight. It was a move without any skill, but it must have revealed the skills I had accumulated in my life before returning, so I did not try to fool my father.
âI was hiding my skills.â
âIt seemed so.â
A joke added to pick up the mood.
âI am not a snarling cat, but a wild beast with hidden claws.â
My father stopped and looked back at me.
âYouâre a wild beast, so why do you hide your claws?â
âOh, I never thought about that perspective.â
âSo you are a cat.â
My father, who was about to turn around, suddenly asked.
âWhat level has the Flying Heavenly Sword Technique reached?â
Bicheongeombeop is a martial art that is passed down to the Heavenly Demonâs blood relatives. Although it cannot be compared to the Nine Fire Demonic Arts, which are taught only to Heavenly Demons, it is an extremely advanced martial art that is evaluated to be on a similar level to the martial arts learned by the Demon Lords.
Of course, learning a high-level martial art does not necessarily mean you are stronger. Depending on who is using it, even a weak martial arts attack could kill someone with strong martial arts skills.
I decided that I couldnât fool my father, so I answered honestly.
âIt was a great success.â
That moment!
Peeing!
A ray of wind from the tips of my fatherâs fingers passed by my cheek. If I hadnât instinctively turned my face to avoid it, I would have had a hole in my cheek.
My father asked with a surprised face.
âWhat a success!â
I asked as if I was shouting while touching my cheeks, which were hot from the force of the wind.
âoh my god! You didnât even believe me, but you threw up an earth-shattering storm. âWhat if I couldnât avoid it?â
âYou pay the price for lying. âIf you achieve great success, you will be able to avoid it.â
âScars do not suit this handsome face that resembles my father!â
After snorting once, my father walked away.
âIt was worth being scared of me at the time.â
What father in the world would throw a scolding punch at his child without hesitation? Even on your face! I wouldnât have died, but it was an attack that would have seriously injured me if I hadnât avoided it.
My father, who was walking ahead, said without turning around.
âAt your age, Daesung⊠is amazing.â
In my last life, I achieved great success only after I was well into my thirties, so it is natural for my father to be surprised. In any case, my father was sincere when it came to martial arts, so that compliment was high praise.
âthank you.â
Afterwards, we rode the mountain without talking for a while.
If there was no conversation like this in one room, it would be suffocating. But the act of climbing a mountain was different. I felt like I was having an unspoken conversation just by walking quietly.
I was the one who broke the silence for a long time.
âWho did you learn about hunting from?â
After a moment, my father spoke.
âI learned it from my older brother.â
âDid I have an uncle too?â
âdead. âHe died by my hands when he was about the same age as you.â
There was silence for a moment. Instead of polite words of comfort, I spoke my honest thoughts.
âWell done.â
My father stopped and looked back at me with harsh eyes.
âIf it wasnât for that, I wouldnât have been born.â
My father stared at me coldly for a moment and then took another step.
What father doesnât have the scars left behind by the bone-to-bone conflict? Iâve seen it a lot in my past life. The stronger a person appears on the outside, the deeper the wounds in his heart.
Thatâs why I spit it out like I was squeezing out pus.
There is a lesson I learned from my past life.
Bury the body, but donât bury the wounds in the heart.
Thatâs probably why I heard these words from my father.
âAt the time, I⊠couldnât find a way.â
I knew what it meant. He couldnât find a way to win the battle for succession without killing his brother.
My answer was resolute.
âDonât expect anything from me either.â
My father glanced back at me. His eyes were colder than before, but I said what I wanted to say.
âI canât do what my father couldnât do. And you should give me a brother who is worth thinking about and say those things. You know, right? âHow mean and cruel my brother is.â
âYou often curse behind my back.â
âEven if I get criticized, itâs okay.â
Actually, this is not enough. When I think about what my older brother did to become his successor in the future.
âIâm having a hard time in the outskirts, but youâre swearing in a comfortable place.â
âIf you become a Grand Duke of the Heavenly Demon Church, you will not suffer even if you are locked in the last room of the underground prison rather than the outskirts.â
My older brother was currently working under my fatherâs orders. At that time, my older brother had not yet revealed his true colors and he had outstanding abilities, so my father trusted him more than me. Not only that, but many demons in school tried to keep in line with their older brother.
âMy brother will never give up his position as successor. âIt is foolish and conceited to want to save your brother and become his successor.â
The expression on my fatherâs face as he looked at me contained the emotion, âWere you this kind of child?â My eyes responded resolutely. âyes!â
My father took a step again.
I was not married in my last life. So, I donât know exactly what feelings the existence of a child brings to a man.
So Iâm curious.
What kind of person am I to my father?
How many mountains did you climb like that?
âShh.â
I raised my head at my fatherâs signal. My father was pointing his finger straight ahead.
âDo you see it?â
I opened my eyes wide, but I could only see the dense forest and nothing else.
âI canât see it.â
âI see.â
âWhat is there?â
âDinner.â
âThen you should catch it.â
When I took out the bow hanging in my leather bag, my father stopped my impatience.
âHow can you catch something you canât see? First, close your eyes and feel your surroundings.â
âyes.â
When experts understand their opponents, they use the waves of the surrounding air to understand them. This is what is commonly referred to as the other personâs prayer.
The only prayer I can feel around me is my fatherâs prayer. calm. So Iâm scared. I know better than anyone how fierce this prayer becomes when it gets angry. In that peaceful sea, a typhoon that will turn the world upside down is sleeping.
âNow let out a ray of energy. âItâs just one ray.â
I did as my father told me and released a ray of energy.
âSlow down and donât cut off your energy. âThink of your body as a skein of thread, and pull it out slowly, like pulling a thread.â
In my life before regression, I had never sent forward such a thin energy. There is a clear reason for releasing energy. To suppress the opponentâs momentum with my prayers. But now, he was unleashing his energy in a way I had never imagined.
âSlimmer. It must not be cut off!â
This was the first time I realized that the energy released from the body could travel this long.
âMore more more.â
If I hadnât had my father by my side encouraging me, I would never have been able to exude energy for this long.
And the next moment, my energy touched something.
âDid you reach it?â
My father realized as quickly as I did that my energy had touched something.
âyes. âI can feel it.â
âWhat do you think it is?â
âIt looks like a tree.â
Surprisingly, I had a feeling for what it was. I donât know how to explain this because itâs such a feeling. It was definitely a tree.
âLook around there. slowly.â
It seemed as if all the threads tied to the skein had come loose and would fall down at any moment. But I didnât lose focus.
I extended my energy even longer and explored the surroundings. Then, I discovered a living energy under the tree.
âAre you a wild boar?â
When my father didnât respond, I slowly opened my eyes. My father was looking at me with a surprised face.
âOr is it a bear? âIt looked like a wild boar, with stiff fur and an elongated body.â
âItâs a wild boar.â
I looked at where my energy had reached. It was still invisible to the eye. They found a wild boar in the forest far away.
âItâs not easy to hit it in one go from this distance.â
My father found it hard to believe even after experiencing it himself.
When I thought about it, the technique from before was not just a catching technique needed for hunting. Awesome secret technique that can be applied martially.
âOriginally, you were going to make fun of me by watching me fail.â
âOf course it should have failed.â
âI am your son.â
âI couldnât get it right at first either.â
âArenât I the body of Heaven and Earth?â
When Cheonmujiche was mentioned, my fatherâs eyes changed slightly.
At that time, I had this kind of regret towards my father regarding the body of heavenly muji.
âWhy did a person who pursues strength so much, even holding a martial arts competition to find a strong successor and looking for a talent who can destroy his children, neglecting me like that? Why donât you push me?
I even thought that my father might be jealous of me. Yes, your I was that petty.
But now I know.
That things in the world donât always go according to my wishes.
It is not that you should treat me special as I am a person of all abilities, but that you should make good use of your body of all things and become a special person yourself. Now I know that only when everyoneâs expectations and aspirations are reflected in that specialness, the heavenly body becomes a blessing from heaven.
âWhat are you doing? Are you planning on skipping dinner?â
I fired my arrow vigorously at the place where I felt energy.
Peeing.
A bonfire was burning in the darkness, and on top of it, well-cut wild boar meat was cooking.
âWhen did you learn how to prepare animals?â
âI learned from books.â
âFor something like that, youâre pretty familiar with it, right?â
Father, the wild boars I killed and ate must have been in the hundreds.
I quickly changed the topic.
âThe thing you are laying down was prepared for flattery. âIt was worth the struggle.â
My father was sitting on the tiger fur that I had brought in a leather bag.
My fatherâs lips curled up slightly at my condescension. Itâs difficult to fit a sneer like that on a personâs face, but my father pulls off that difficult task well.
âThe reason you wanted to hunt with me is because you want to look good on me and become my successor?â
âno. âI know very well that it wonât work for my father.â
âIâm glad you know.â
âBeing selected as a successor can be accomplished without your fatherâs help.â
âYouâre confident.â
âOf course, my greedy, cruel, and nasty brother will interfere with me.â
âYouâre criticizing me from behind again.â
âI have to ask. âHow often do you get the chance to openly criticize the judge who scores the score?â
Father, if you really wanted a peaceful brotherhood between families, you should have decided that from the beginning. Donât think nonsense about who the successor will be. Even if it is decided that way, isnât the succession dispute the cause of fighting, killing, and chaos?
âWhy did you say you wanted to hunt with me?â
âThere are two reasons. First, I want to learn something and become stronger. I think the first one was a success.â
âWhat if I become stronger?â
I quickly responded to my fatherâs provocative look, asking if he was going to take my place.
âThe reason I want to become strong is not because I want to become the Heavenly Demon. My father is still correcting me, but I donât want to waste my youth by riding Cheonma. âAs long as I can become the successor and learn the martial arts of the Heavenly Demon, I will be satisfied.â
Considering my age, in my fatherâs eyes, my older brother and I still seem inadequate to become successors. In fact, my father chose my older brother as his successor about ten years from now.
Now, I canât wait ten years. A small weight is not enough. Itâs time to take out the awl from your pocket and stab it here and there.
So, you must learn the Nine Fire Demonic Arts as quickly as possible and achieve great success. No, you have to reach a higher level than that. Even my father, who achieved the Twelve Saints, was defeated by Firearms, so I must achieve the Twelve Saints.
âI imagine it sometimes. In my life, I come across a person I really want to kill, but I feel so bad when I canât. âI donât want to end up like that, so I want to become stronger.â
I couldnât tell what my father was thinking because his expression didnât change.
âThe second reason is?â
âI wanted to spend time alone with my father. âItâs your first time, right?â
The mockery on my fatherâs lips deepened again.
âItâs just a cheap sentiment thatâs worth dying for.â
âHow could it be cheap to be with the best person in the world? If you sing, it will be the best song in the world, and if you drink it, it will be the best drink in the world. Even if you poopâŠâ
âThatâs it.â
âyes! âI will keep my mouth shut for one hour.â
My father and I made eye contact and I smiled happily. This may be the first time you smile in front of your father. My father coldly turned his head away.
âWhen I thought of my father, there was nothing to remember. The memories of being scared arenât memories, right? In this life, my memories wonât be so bleak. But donât like it. Itâs not for your father, itâs for me.â