Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Novel - Chapter 360

# 360

Power (覇, ba) signifies strength. If heaviness (重, jung) is simply weight, power is weight with velocity. If heaviness crushes the opponent, power destroys them.

So…

‘Power and lightness do not combine…’

Light strength.

Of course, speed and lightness are related. But Musan is also receiving the same training.

If the goal is to increase the speed of power, why is Musan, who represents heaviness, receiving that training?

Peng Dogeuk was confused:

“I understand now.”

Peng Dogeuk nodded, as if he had an epiphany:

“Heaviness and lightness. I was wrong to be obsessed with that. Justice (正, jeong) is the inverse (反, ban), and the inverse is justice, so I must achieve the synthesis of justice and inverse (正反合, jeongbanhap)…”

Wei Yanho smiled at Peng Dogeuk’s epiphany:

“What are you saying? You’re crazy.”

“…”

“What is justice? What are you saying? Speak clearly.”

“…I’m sorry.”

The synthesis of justice and inverse made no sense to him.

“The path to reaching the pinnacle of the Sword of Power can also be achieved in reverse. Power and emptiness are different, but they are the same…”

“They are different, why are they the same?”

“……”

“Even a three-year-old knows they are different. Did you eat something wrong or did you go crazy?”

Peng Dogeuk lowered his head.

Where did he go wrong?

Wei Yanho clicked his tongue at Peng Dogeuk’s attitude:

“Those from noble families don’t think they are wielding swords, they think they must recite poems. Not even Confucian scholars talk like that. I’ve been there, and they are more direct.”

Especially Moon Yuhwan, who seemed a bit hypocritical.

“Even the Great Scholar of the Three Arts wants to speak clearly, justice? What? Synthesis of justice and inverse? Huh?”

“E…enough…”

Peng Dogeuk wanted to hide.

He had been a little pedantic, but there was no need to humiliate him so much.

“Anyway, my master was right. Noble families care about appearances and like to speak indirectly.”

His master, Baek Muhan, also came from a noble family.

‘My master is okay. He was criticized even in his family.’

He had the right to criticize noble families.

“Then, why must we do this training?”

Peng Dogeuk, who had been insulted and criticized, realized that Wei Yanho would not give up easily. He would be insulted for three or four days if they let him. It was better to change the subject.

“Why? Because you have no foundations.”

“Foundations?”

“Amida Buddha!”

Musan shouted, as if he couldn’t bear it.

“…That is not the Buddha you should call at that moment.”

Musan kept reciting the name of Buddha upon realizing his mistake.

But the response was not good:

“You’re praying.”

“……”

Wei Yanho ignored Musan and looked at Peng Dogeuk. Peng Dogeuk was startled, but shouted:

“I can’t accept that my foundations are weak.”

“I didn’t say they were weak. I said you don’t have them.”

“It’s the same!”

“No. They aren’t even weak. You simply don’t have them.”

“What foundations don’t I have?!”

Peng Dogeuk was annoyed.

Weren’t his foundations the most important thing? The children of noble families learn that the foundation determines their future.

The foundations are boring, but Peng Dogeuk had never neglected them.

Even now, he practiced a basic movement that the children of noble families learned at the age of seven more than a thousand times a day.

To say that his foundations were weak was to deny his identity.

But Wei Yanho was ruthless:

“Are you slow?”

Puff.

Wei Yanho’s words were like a dagger.

“Your posture is also ambiguous.”

Puff.

Sometimes, words are sharper than daggers.

“Amida Buddha, Amida Buddha, Amida Buddha, Avalokiteshvara…”

Musan was reciting the name of Buddha, it seems like he was hit by a fragment. Wei Yanho clicked his tongue:

“You’re praying.”

“……”

Wei Yanho ignored Musan and attacked Peng Dogeuk:

“It’s okay. I know. You work hard. No one will criticize you for that. If you keep wielding your sword, you can split mountains and seas with one blow.”

“That… is…”

“If someone allows you to.”

“…”

Wei Yanho said calmly:

“It’s okay. This distance. This distance between us is the safety line. You can’t attack me from here. Right?”

“……”

He wanted to refute.

But he couldn’t. Even if Peng Dogeuk wielded his sword wildly, he would not reach Wei Yanho.

He could use a long-range technique, but Wei Yanho would not allow it.

“To attack me, you must get closer. But you are slower than me.”

“That…”

“Speed is relative. You don’t always need to be faster. You just need to be faster for an instant. But you can never be faster than me, so you can never attack me.”

Peng Dogeuk opened his mouth.

It was obvious. But realizing it was different from knowing it.

“To stab me, you must be faster. But you are just wielding your sword. Do you expect it to lengthen?”

“Bu… but!”

Peng Dogeuk gritted his teeth.

If he admitted that, the martial arts of the Peng Family would be denied. How could he admit that his martial arts had a fundamental flaw?

“I can’t reach you, but I can’t be defeated. If you enter the range of my sword…”

“So what?”

Wei Yanho appeared in front of Peng Dogeuk.

“Oh…”

“What will happen?”

Peng Dogeuk’s hand, which held the sword, trembled. He wanted to use his sword to change Wei Yanho’s mocking expression.

But he didn’t.

If he couldn’t reach Wei Yanho even at that distance, he couldn’t bear the despair.

“Tsk tsk tsk.”

Wei Yanho clicked his tongue and stepped back:

“It’s not that difficult. You just have to do it.”

Peng Dogeuk lowered his head.

He knew that Wei Yanho was not mocking him. But who could accept that their flaws were exposed?

“My master said this.”

Peng Dogeuk raised his head:

“People have flaws and virtues. At first, they try to eliminate their flaws. But when they realize it is difficult, they concentrate on their virtues. Then they use their virtues to compensate for their flaws. They call it ‘characteristic’.”

Peng Dogeuk’s eyes widened.

Wei Yanho shrugged at the sight of Peng Dogeuk:

“It’s strange. You must be proud of the Peng Family’s Sword of Power. You think it’s incredible.”

“Of course.”

“If you have to choose between a method to become a perfect warrior and a method to reach the pinnacle of the Sword of Power, which would you choose?”

“…”

Peng Dogeuk could not answer.

The answer was too obvious.

“Yes. Everyone wants to be perfect. Fast, precise, strong, gentle… they want to reach that level. But at some point, they make concessions. Because it is impossible.”

“C… correct.”

Wei Yanho looked at Peng Dogeuk:

“The fastest way to become strong is to fill your deficiencies. It is the fastest way, but much more difficult and painful. If you really want to be strong, you must accept it. Don’t settle for working hard on what you are good at.”

They were sharp words.

Before, when Wei Yanho was mocking him, he felt a stabbing pain, but now it was different. He felt as if a cold dagger had pierced his body.

It was a defeat that he could not refute.

“Did you become strong like that?”

“No.”

Wei Yanho shook his head:

“I won. My master couldn’t make me diligent. But I can’t deny that I have come this far by controlling my laziness, my biggest flaw for five years.”

“Hmm…”

“Then…”

Wei Yanho said with contempt:

“If you really want to be strong, don’t settle. Don’t call it effort. Do what you must do.”

Peng Dogeuk gritted his teeth and nodded:

‘He had this side?’

Wei Yanho’s words were a sharp truth. The fact that those words came from Wei Yanho moved him.

‘Maybe he is not the person I think he is.’

If it was like that…

“But…”

At that moment, Jangil raised his hand:

“What?”

“You’re right, but something is strange. I understand why the monk and that assassin are doing this training, but why must I practice dodging daggers? If it is as you say, my agility is my greatest virtue, why must I train it more?”

Wei Yanho said calmly:

“It’s fun.”

“…Huh?”

“It’s fun to watch a beggar jump.”

“……”

“Any problem?”

“This…”

At that moment, Wei Yanho threw a dagger at Jangil. Jangil rolled on the ground in horror.

“I will kill you! I will destroy you when I become strong!”

“Hahahaha.”

Peng Dogeuk carefully erased the thought he had had a moment ago upon seeing Wei Yanho throwing daggers at Jangil, who was rolling on the ground.

‘No.’

Wei Yanho was Wei Yanho.