In the deepest depths of the woods, where he returned to his former location, Suibok was producing treasures to those who draw his own stream.
A luxurious, transient belt that strengthens itself. A wind and fire wheel that allows flight. A stone garment as light as a feather and as hard as iron, a grand prince.
I was making them for my immortal disciples.
"Nevertheless, I really don't expect you to follow me."
"No, because this is also academic!
Faculty members enrolled in the school were recording Swivok's behavior while observing it one by one.
It's amateur craftsmanship if you try swimming, but it's not worth it in this neighborhood where the presence of immortals is not known in the first place.
"Nevertheless, Eckezax, who was acting with you, had no knowledge of attributeless magic or anything else..."
"I guess so, Eckezax lives longer than Non, but unlike Immortals, he doesn't have superior perceptive abilities. Plus, I think too long for battle to reason. Non has not exchanged opinions about the area."
A hard answer came back to Eckezax that he did not exchange views very often. Though somewhat cruel, faculty still record that as well.
Aside from what future generations think, the important thing is to keep a clear record.
"To Sansui, I didn't dare teach seating. Of course, I wasn't as oriented as Non, but I still dared to limit my teaching skills."
"... why?
"For Non, the past has always been a disgrace. The time I trained with Fuukei under Master Kacho, I tried to forget that I was human. After I got Eckezacks, I tried to forget about the treasures I had made before that. After clinging to the woods, I tried to forget my achievements, which I relied on Eckezax for. In that sense, Noon is not a pathetic man who has always abandoned his past."
That was something that the faculty, who are human, also knew.
Humans make mistakes for everyone, and try to think that they are different now by degrading the past, whether they were young or young, stupid or stupid.
If there was no past, there would be no present.
"It's only recently that the bump has finally come around. Non should have been discussed by Fukai at that time. I took a disciple, thinking that I had reached the height of the martial arts, and even allowed the disciple to take a further disciple... but reaching that height further struck my friend's heart."
In the end, Swivok's personal strength never helped anyone in my life.
Something other than strength made sense to people. Healing through instruction and alchemy, or the production of treasure, is delightful as a atonement to man.
"After I got Eckezacks, I thought it was in vain that I got the skill to make treasure. When I returned to the origin of the immortals at the edge of the sword, I thought it was the extreme of inertia, such as the alchemy method. But life is long. Now, I can thank you for everything I've done. That's why we have to get back to our homeland."
Leaving the land relatively quickly, even in human time. The man who consolidated his readiness had made many treasures in a crude urn.
"My friend knitted a secret technique to connect with the earth vein. Therefore, the manipulator of the terrestrial technique was able to understand its proximity… Perhaps my master and the people of Sendo in my homeland are also sensing it."
"Can you grasp what happened at the end of the earth?
"My friend knitted those techniques. At all, it is a great frontier. It was probably the ultimate technique."
Faculty have heard stories that it was not usually a threat, it was just unilaterally beaten down.
Not as a samurai, but as a immortal, I guess. So much so that Fuukei, who was immortal, built up the drill.
"Hearing of its death, what is happening to my hometown of 'flower bills'..."
A number of islands that float further ahead of Majan, farther than Arcana, farther than Domino.
Many immortals and more human beings sent their daily fortunes to the land, once called the flower bills and now called the Great Eight States.
Among them, Kacho, the immortal known to be an ancient stock in particular, had his eyes open with a renunciation.
Its' boy ', who was sitting Zen at the root of a giant tree, was sensing the ending that had led to it.
"Doomed, Fuukei"
"Yes, Master Fuukei lost?!
The young man, who had heard the word of the geese and sat at the front near it, was surprised that his brother had been defeated.
"Oh, I can't believe Master Fuukei loses! There's nothing lined up in this Daihachi state, that guy who made you the strongest samurai and called you the strongest spear man, did you lose?!
"I have no choice, they're too bad. I beat this land, called the flower bills, three thousand years ago, and I broke it."
"... are you sure you were there?! I have a rough god and a feared thunderous god, Suibo?!
"O Zen, Suibok is my disciple just like you. Well, it's not about loud and loud."
Zen, the young man called was very excited.
I could only sigh when I saw what it looked like.
I'm not frightened of this young man, I envied his cheerfulness.
"Wow! I can't believe I was at the same door with someone like that!
"The Lord is cheerful... If Fuukei had been a little faster with the Lord, he might not have cut the distortion"
Until the end, Fuukei did not come to the right heart as a Immortal.
The end of it, Kacho had been afraid for four thousand years. And Fuukei had reached the result as it was.
"No, is it the same? In the first place, when he tried to straighten me out, Fuukei might have recognized you the same way when he saw the Lord."
"... excuse me, Master Kacho. What does that mean?
"There's a reason trees grow, even if it doesn't make sense. There is no inevitability as to what form the stone falling on the ground took, but history exists. In other words, Fukai's distortion is due to the fact that he had a stronger influence on Swivo than Noon's guidance."
Swibbock grew up raw. Fuukei, who had been near it, continued to be covered in its shadow.
As a result, I continued to be affected after Suibok left. I kept fighting the literal shadows.
"And Noun was a master of uncertainty. Suibok is cute. I'm too free, I've done too much words to endanger Fuukei."
"Too much words, too much... did you preach too much?
"Exactly. Knowing that words are only words of intercession and not teaching... Non would have both grown up in the wrong way"
Three thousand years have passed since that 'nation-building'. Most of the immortals who have already taught Swibbock have returned to nature.
The remaining geese had untrained. I couldn't help but think I had to look out for my two disciples.
And that's over, too. Too sadly, it had reached an end that Swivok had known since his visit to the land four thousand years ago.
"Words can be interpreted as anything. How can you use immortality so that the words of Nong can reach Fukai?"
"What do you mean?
"Immortals are those who cut off the five grains and lay rows. Didn't I?"
"Well, that's true."
"But it's not like we don't eat the five grains, and we can't eat them. Let's not kill everyone who eats the grain."
"That's right!
Indeed, appetite is an obstacle to training for immortals. But the immature inside can hand the meal in front of him, and those whose rows are completed on the other hand will not fall into the Evil Immortal, no matter how much they eat.
Kill what eats the five grains, which is too incomprehensible to the Immortal.
"You always say it's your heart that matters, don't you, Master?!
"Well... it's not easy to change your mind with words. But where I imitated the 'act' of training, my mind is not ready as it is"
Suppose you had training to sit in front of a tree.
Do the deed, just to show patience and seriousness.
However, the purpose of perceiving nature, integrated with nature by the act, is not achieved.
Are you just being patient, or are you just doing an act called training for the purpose of revenge?
Of course, the difference is as real as ever. But those who can't get to the right answer don't understand it.
"Fuukei got serious. I admired, honored and tried to imitate the immortals around me. That was good in itself, but that kid definitely took it too far. Indeed, Suibok behaved like immortals. But there is no evil or malice in Swivok's heart. She's a good girl while she's raw. That's why we taught art to compete"
"... that's the end of it."
"At the end of this period, is it that the flower bills were broken? It was young people who were sick, and all our immortals were delighted inside. Anyway, it's nothing. It just broke the island."
No need to worry, many immortals tried to stop Fuukei, starting with the geese.
That's extremely simple, nothing more than because no one cared.
Nonetheless, Fuukei became indignant on his own. Let a monster named Suibok, the Great Storm, get rewarded and excited. I cried and fell asleep, just like that.
"Suibok was an immortal, albeit deformed. That's why everyone taught the technique happily. Other immortals bestowed their magic on Fuukei but a kind of pity."
"That's a terrible story..."
"Fuukei really wanted to see Swivok downstairs. Suibo is too different from the usual immortals, so I couldn't try to do that because Suibo is right or superior."
"Excellent, did you have to admit?
"I don't know about martial arts, but Sendo is not something to compete with. Well, it doesn't matter how much force or skill you have. Raising oneself is the essence, and Fuukei missaw it"
Thou shalt discipline thyself, and be not involved in the world, which is an abnegation with immortals. Because otherwise you will be corrupt.
Paradoxically, if you're not corrupt, you don't need to discipline yourself, and you don't have a problem getting involved in the world. Instead, from a Immortal who has reached a certain level, it can be said that there is not enough training at the point of depravity to that extent.
While it is true that drowning in passion is a cause of decadence, nevertheless not all immortals with relationships are corrupted either.
In the first place, the Immortal does not share absolute discipline in its entirety, nor does he lay down penalties for it all.
In a sense, freedom and self-responsibility. You can laugh and forgive me for smashing down the floating island where everyone lives, or you can chase me and try to kill me. There is no such thing as an absolute commandment to the immortal's congregation.
But I have no choice but to make Fuukei angry, and I also deserve that Suibok will be sick.
Anyway, immortals have a certain cycle of life, and many immortals reach their frontiers with nature.
But that's not an absolute thing. That's not true only to the extent that "that's what most immortals spend" and "that's what they have to spend" or "that's not allowed otherwise".
Fuukei just assumed that on his own. Of course everyone ran out of words, but he couldn't take them off the pre-construction "correctness".
"Well, it's all Fuukei's choice, and Swivok's endless. There is no misunderstanding or tragedy there. It's what I've done as much as I can, and no malice can pinch it."
"So you can't help it, then?
"Well, I can't help it."
Well, I can't help it.
In one word, Kacho had given up everything.
"Think about it, maybe there were too many examples of ancestors. The fact that it was an environment where I could learn too much too easily made Swivok mighty and entrenched Fuukei. Teaching and guiding do not always coincide. Or maybe I realized that too."
"Uh... what do you mean?
"In the case of Suibok, I would have been strong on my own had I not been coached by anyone. Perhaps that must have taken longer than if Non and the others had coached. With what we taught, both Suibok and Fuukei made shortcuts. But if it's only time you get it by taking a shortcut, sometimes you should take a detour. Especially about the mind."
The immortal, who lived long enough, tells and hears to the young man, who would be his last disciple.
I grew up on my own, regretting the two disciples.
"Trouble and suffer and think for yourself, it can make sense in itself. You can't just get the right answers you have prepared, there is certainly a way of heart"
"Does that mean I haven't taught my master so much skill from that kind of reflection?!
"No, you're not just mainly talented. First of all, I've only been a disciple for about a hundred years."
"Oh, no."
Well, it's all just past.
Now I've seen much of what I can see.
"Loosen up, and Suibok will visit the land. This is the time when Non's last untrained journey into this world will be cut off. Finally, Noon travels to the world where his friends wait."
"... Um, Master Kacho. What about me?
"... can you ask me to do it?"
"Master?! Hey, that's not it! You completely forgot about me now, didn't you?! Don't you think I'm untrained?
"Well, if you leave the Lord alone, you'll understand... nothing to worry about..."
"Mostly, I'm that swimbok, right?! You put shomben on the head of someone who was your brother, or such a nasty person, right?!
"Ranri"
"No, it's not! Did you really do that?! Not exaggerated or something?!
"It was only five hundred years ago... and I was immature as a immortal..."
"It's about a five-year-old, doing that! I don't like it, I can't believe you're such a person's apprentice!
Not far away, 'The Man Who Found the Cow' returns to this land.
Return with a proud apprentice to a land packed with scandals of the past.
That meant the end of one immortal.
"Sure... I'll step on Fuukei's head, I'll slap him on the rock, I'll poke him off the island after letting him faint, I'll paralyze him with needle surgery and then sink him into the sea, I'll bury him on the ground and surround him with stone, I'll crush him with snowballs. Anyway, I didn't want to do a lot of things, but I'm sure he'll be a fine immortal by now. Non believes so."
"No, such a master! Or did you not stop Master Kacho or the other Immortals?!
"... we all laughed when we smiled"
"There you go, the most reflective thing you have to do!
In the first place, isn't this master the worst?
Zen, a young immortal, couldn't help but feel anxious about his master's ability to teach.
"... I see. Negative kids taught me to cross shallow waters. There's no end to training."
"... well, is this natural"