return of the blossoming blade's nurture

Chapter 1: WHERE AM I?

A dream. No,he didnt know if it was a dream or a memory or a hallucination as he danced on the edge of death. He didnt know if he was already dead, dying, or still alive.

All he could see was the past.

Childhood memories: his appearance from when he first entered Mount Hua Sect; the time he'd fled the strict sect rules and gone to see the world.

"Before a warrior,you are a taoist. You must realize that power without ethics is just violence."

Nagging.

Constant nagging.

It bored him. While he was a disciple of Mount Hua Sect,  he didnt fully follow the teaching. In fact, people failed to tried to teach him, his sago was the most patient in teaching him more than anyone,even jangmun sahyung couldnt compare, that's why he always greatful for her. And despite his natural talent, which earned him the title of "Plum Blossom Sword Saint ", he was but a mere beginner in the Mount Hua Sect if it werent his sago.

Why didnt he realize earlier? Even when the teachings didnt make sense despite seeking guidance from his sago, even when he felt out of place everywhere and anywhere...
everything that made him him he owed solely to the Mount Hua Sect. That was why he admired the sect so much.

He realized to late. Too late for regrets.

If only he'd paid a little more attention to the teachings and seeked answer when didnt understand, if only he was a litle bit stronger, he might have been able to change that bitter ending. If only he...

"Do you regret your decisions?" Chung myung heard the soft voice of Jangmun Sahyung. His father, his older brother, his family—this man was one of Chung myung's goals. He wanted to follow him until the very end, but I was too late for that too.

Would sago agree to let me follow sahyung to the end? Probably not.
She will probably say along the lines

" You should not follow your dumbass sahyung. He's too much of a strict bastard in Mount Hua. You should do what you want."

Sago has always been like that, a totally opposite of Jangmun sahyung.

Chung myung chuckle internally,

'Yes, I regret it. I regret it so, so much, sahyung.'

"There is no need for regret." His voice exuded warmth. "It is the Mount Hua Sect after all."

'...Sahyung.' It seemed to Chung myung  that Sahyung was chuckling. Forever warm and benevolent.

"Because it is the Mount Hua Sect."

Tak!

'Even then..'

Puck!

'Huh? What?'

"Agggggggggggggghhh!" 'It hurts! My head! I dont get it! What kind of pain is this? Is this what it feels like when your limbs are cut off?'

"H-Heavenly Demon?" 'Is that bastard not dead yet?' Chung myung  instinctively raised his hand to protect his head. If he wasnt dead yet, these attacks would finish him off for good.

"Heavenly Demon?" But the voice that answered him wasnt the Heavenly Demon, but a thick, sniveling voice he didnt recognize.

"Huh?" When opened his eyes, the face was equally unfamiliar.

'A beggar?' Beggar. A beginner—judging by the knot tied around his waist, he'd just started. A beggar among beggars.

The beggar with the grumpy, scruffy face eyed Chung myung.