Chapter 9 Crazy

The moon, which had seen and heard everything during the night, was now gone.
And just like that, the day dawned.
Under a blue sky with a bunch of fluffy clouds.
After breakfast, the White House Guard assembled at the training grounds facing the south gate.
The space was large enough to fit more than a thousand people, but only about a hundred people were actually there.
The tilted taxonomy in action.
In its heyday, the White House Guard totaled more than 1,000 members.
But right now, it’s barely a tenth of that.
The haze field itself is so large that it makes this group of people look even more shabby.
Chuck, chuck, chuck, chuck……
The three brothers, Gao Mugake, the general manager, and Gu Yangxie, the head of the organization, walked up to the podium in a dignified manner.
As the Mundos who manned the Owa column looked ahead, a representative of the leading column shouted out.
“Training attendance report! One hundred and ten total, one hundred and ten present, no vacancies, over, ready to train!”
Then, with his back turned to the group, Gyomukgak opened his mouth to speak.
“The Rumor Lord will probably return within the day. So I want you all to treat it like it’s your last day and hold on as best you can. The rumor lord has said that there will definitely be a proper reward.”
“Yes!”
Mundos answering with a roar.
The exhaustion was evident on their faces before they even started practicing.
Reason one.
The new physical training regimen they had been practicing for the past nine days had been so intense that they were all exhausted.
The muscles in my entire body were so tightly knit that the slightest touch would make them sing.
There are fourteen postures in total, each with varying degrees of difficulty, and if you don’t keep in mind how to distribute your energy, you’ll struggle in the middle to late stages.
Most of the mundos were this heavy because they failed to control their strength and weakness.
It was an unfamiliar physical discipline that I had never experienced before.
At least you’re a little more savvy than you were on day one.
The Coordinator flashed his left hand and commanded.
“All of the afternoon class, in guard formation!”
Immediately, half of the mundos split apart in a single movement.
Fifty-five people standing in a square, large, widely spaced row.
The rest of us are stuck in the middle of it.
“Join.”
As the cavalcade resumed, two of the three pivots on the dais moved into a siege-like formation of soldiers.
The reason for this split is that the new physical training will be taught in two sessions, one in the morning and one in the afternoon.
After lunch, the roles of the practitioner and observer are reversed again.
Standing on the dais, Gu Yangtian took out the whistle in his bosom and asked.
Beep-!
At the same time, the fifty or so members of the morning class stretched out, each two arms lengths apart, and inhaled sharply.
The cohort looked at them and instructed.
“In position one, ready to jump high!”
Then the fifty or so mundos took up the posture of mastery.
Keep your arms straight behind your back and your legs bent like you’re hanging onto a chair.
High jump was the default behavior.
On the first beat, jump lightly in place with your arms out in front of you, on the second beat, jump lightly again and return to the starting position, on the third beat, jump harder than before and extend your arms above your head, and on the fourth beat, return to the starting position as on the third beat.
That was the high jump.
The most important part of the example is the chant based on the number of iterations, so if it’s ten, you should never shout that number at the end.
Gyeomukguk stood up solemnly, hands on either side of his waist.
“Open your ears and listen carefully. Warm up and do twenty reps. How many times?”
“Twenty times!”
“How many times?”
“Twenty times!”
“Okay, start ten.”
Gu Yangtian beside him blew his whistle, afraid to let the words end.
Beep-beep-beep-beep-!
The mundos, jumping high to the beat, chanted a prearranged chant in unison.
“One!”
Beep-beep-beep-beep-!
“Two!”
When you get to ten times like that.
A couple of Mundos stopped making mistakes.
“Ten!”
I took the last bite.
This is because I didn’t pay attention to the sneaky change in the count earlier.
For a moment, the co-op’s expression turned sour.
“You didn’t hear me right.”
The Mundos who shouted “ten” were met with a stony glare from the rest of the group.
“I’m screwed!
It’s too late in hindsight.
The co-op sticks his chin out and says something meaningful.
“There’s nothing like an arm pose and a full body twist to wake you up.”
The courtesy people were horrified.
“Ugh!
I’ve been there, done that.
I find that the eight times pose is the most painful of all.
Full-body twist.
The name itself is scary enough.
“Power, ready!”
The Mundos were as upset as you and me.
Damn it, I’m going to be sick to my stomach from the first chapter!
“Twist your whole body, start twenty!”
The whistle of terror began to blare sharply, accompanied by a short chant of the Cooperative Theater.
Beep-beep-beep-beep-!
* * *
Toward 5 p.m. (11 a.m.-1 p.m.).
Gulmahun, an angelic ark sitting on a rock in the forest, twitched one eyebrow and asked.
“Moor? Stamina training?”
Then one of the vendors standing in front nodded.
“Yes, Ark. For some reason, that’s what it looked like.”
He was the leader of a scouting party that had left here early in the morning to get a glimpse of the inner workings of the White House checkpoint.
One of the other members of the team chimed in.
“I…… especially often performed what I call full-body twists.”
“Full-body twist?”
Gulmahun shook his head, and Jo Won immediately dropped to the floor in a heap.
Chuck.
Lying on his back with his arms spread wide and his legs upright, his head slightly raised.
Immediately afterward, tilt the upright pair of legs as far as they will go over the floor to the left while turning the head in the opposite direction, then return the pair of legs to their original position and tilt as far as they will go to the right while turning the head in the opposite direction.
“Grunt…… car…… As you can see, it’s a very laborious motion.”
As he demonstrated and stood up, the others jumped in.
“Even squatting and running seemed really difficult.”
He sat down with his knees fully bent, clasped his hands behind his head, and crossed his legs as he jumped to his feet.
Gulmahun soon waved him to his feet.
“Okay. So…… is doing that over and over again?”
“Yeah. It wasn’t really a workout, it was more like a form of torture – the whole body twisting, squatting, and jumping back-to-back, it was really killing me as a snoop.”
The scout leader frowned at the words.
“Heh, I don’t think even Shaolin monks, who are known for their grueling physical training, would be that bad…….”
Gulmahun soon pulled Xinxing to his feet and sheathed his sword.
“It’s funny how you’re playing like a fallen martial artist, and it’s just as well for us.”
Then Geumjajum realized the implications.
“Are you going to advance the time?”
Gulmahun’s smile deepened.
“Hoot. Half the people will be exhausted from the same stamina training, so it’ll be easier to handle. We’ll run the séance at five o’clock in the afternoon, around the end of 12:00 AM. The weather is perfect for destroying evidence.”
Then point your index finger at the top of your head.
The climate has changed.
The sky, which had been clear just moments before, was now covered in dark clouds, casting a dull shadow.
It’s clear that it’s going to be pouring down soon.
A smirking Geumjazi said in a low voice.
“That dark cloud looks like it foreshadows the fate of the White House.”
“Now the sound of the rain will cover our tracks, and the water will drench them and make them even more exhausted.”
There’s no need to wait until the night.
It was just a matter of going in, destroying the White House, and then quietly disappearing.
You don’t touch anything, you just make a bloody mess.
Then the question of the identity of the beast will be muddied by all sorts of speculation.
Just like what happened to the Bai Wen Sword Lord Saguyun…….
“Let’s go.”
At Gulmahun’s command, Geumjajeom and the rest of the angelic chamber hastened to get ready and set out.
To put an end to the history of the barely surviving White House checkpoint.
* * *
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo!
Amidst the clatter of horses’ hooves.
The leader of the bandits in the cart, Tasar, gripped the railing tightly and cursed under his breath.
“Fuck, my ass hurts!
The cart jolted and rattled so violently that my tailbone throbbed.
‘Kwak, the horse foal seems to be full of energy after eating the bamboo ginseng! I can even feel myself getting a little faster! Ugh…… motion sickness…….’
Meanwhile, the bandits under his command were unable to recover from the intense Qigong acupuncture they had received in the first place.
“Come on…… are you trying to put us all in coffins?
Nervous, the tai lioness glanced at the back of Chul Liuhun’s head as he held the reins of his horse and asked cautiously.
“I ask the Great Teacher. How is your honor, and where is the Fourth Gate?”
Silence.
An unresponsive ironclad’s gaze is fixed straight ahead.
A more jaded messenger repeatedly asked.
“Ha, if you could just tell me where you’re going…….”
Without even turning his head, Chul Ryuhon replied bluntly.
“Shut up. Don’t disturb me.”
When he heard that, he was dumbfounded.
“What did he say, that crazy guy!
You don’t meditate sitting in a zazen, but you do it on horseback?
That’s crazy.
If you hear him say something like that with a straight face, he’s not a normal cub.
‘Hagiya…….’
I knew he was crazy from the moment he asked a bandit if he had any money, and fed his horse a rare elixir.
At that moment, Chul Ryu-hyeon let out a long ‘hooh’ as if he had just finished his ungodly breakfast.
He then tilts his head back slightly and gestures with his hand.
“Give me the botjim on the right.”
The messenger quickly tossed the botzim to my right.
The iron currents rummaging through it scratched the back of his head.
“Oh, somehow…… the horse is running faster and faster, and I accidentally stopped feeding it thousand-year ginseng.”
At the same time, the messenger gasped in horror.
“Uh-oh! What?
Even harder to find than white Korean ginseng is the millennial ginseng, also known as triple king.
It’s a gift from the gods, if you ask me.
“The people are crazy, the language is crazy, and this is driving me crazy!
Whether the other man was surprised or not, Chuliu Heng flicked the courtesy botch into the cart behind him and glanced at the sky.
“Looks like it’s about to get a good drenching, and it’s pretty fun to pound it into dust when it rains.”
At that moment, the galloping horse was enveloped in a mysterious smoke, and the muscles of its entire body visibly bulged.
Cringe.
Even the bold threads are showing through.
A couple of times faster.
Kukkukkukkukkukk-!
Each time a horse’s hoof strikes the ground, a heavy sound echoes with a circular crack.
The momentum of the windswept run is reminiscent of a janitor’s tortured jousting.
The iron stain flashed a faint smile of satisfaction.
“The medicine has finally taken full effect.”
Meanwhile, the lioness at the back of the pack, unable to keep her eyes open against the terrifying wind pressure, screamed federal.
“Aaaaah, aaaaah, aaaaah, moderation, you crazy things!”
The Chronicle of the Reincarnated Divine Sword – Chapter 10 (10/552)