“What do you mean ‘like me’? What part of me? My personality?”
“Very similar to that, but with no talent.”
“You bast….”
Chung Myung smiled,
“A timid personality, with no talent for swords.”
“….”
“And he was a part of a martial arts sect. As you know, such places are filled with people busy trying to show off their own power. As a result, he was often hit by his sahyung who had a lively personality. It wasn’t bullying though.”
“Even if it was a sect, isn’t the sahyung just acting hella cheap?”
“You basta…”
“Uh?”
“…. Nothing.”
It felt like Chung Myung was cursing him.
‘Well.’
Baek Sang tilted his head, deciding not to understand what Chung Myung had just said.
“Well.”
Chung Myung sighed, coughed, and continued,
“That is what it means to have less talent. Even if the less talented person shows the same amount of effort, the other people would slowly peel ahead. The less talented person notices themselves lagging behind, they can feel the gap in talent.”
Baek Sang nodded his head.
This was what he was feeling right now. It wasn’t a sense of despair. He felt nothing but clear emptiness and deep regret.
“He was born with a weak body, and he had to understand the concepts that others understood with their bodies, only with his head. If it were a normal person they would have given up on it. So what do you think he did?”
“…he tried to keep up? So much so that he walked along the edge of death?”
“No.”
Chung Myung shook his head,
“He just survived.”
“…”
“Hundreds of days. Thousands of Days. For ten thousand days. For all those countless hours and days doing what he had done, just standing there silently practicing. And as the decades passed, no one ignored him. Because we were all one, united in goal. And soon, he became the most important person in the sect.”
Baek Sang rolled his eyes,
“Even if he wasn’t strong?”
“Why do you have to be strong?”
Chung Myung shook his head,
“I am not saying that sasuk should give up on being strong. But strength isn’t the only thing that makes someone useful. Is Elder Hyun Young useless? Is he unneeded?”
“No.”
“Right, exactly! So why does sasuk think that way?”
“… I…”
Baek Sang bit his lip.
Seeing him like that, Chung Myung had a subtle look,
“Can I tell you something nice? Everyone has a different set of talents, so if you keep working hard, maybe one day you will overtake the others who seem to be full of skill and talent. Sasuk is stubborn.”
“Really?”
“Not at all.”
“Bastard!”
Baek Sang was getting angry, but Chung Myung just shrugged away his reaction,
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ROMHS Chap 151 - 350
ActionThe 13th disciple of the Mount Hua Sect, one of the greatest third generation swordsmen, the Plum Blossom Sword Saint: Chung Myung. After defeating the Heavenly Demon and ending his reign of chaos, Chung Myung breathed his last on the summit of the...
