“Huh?”
“I told you which dojang I go to right?”
“Yes. Don’t you go to that one?”
The one they were talking about was the dojang where Ahn Hyun Do was working as the master.
The famous dojang that produced world swordfight competition winners.
It was a place where monsters that had nothing to be afraid of with a sword gathered. Not counting the official trainees, just the beginner trainees numbered over 5000.
Han SangChual was one of the beginner trainees.
“He is the place’s trainee, no, he´s master’s official best disciple.”
“Gasp! The best disciple?”
“Probably. Almost sure. Mostly the instructors teach him, but sometimes he fights against the master, so it should be.”
“But he looks younger or similar to our age, there shouldn’t be any need to be as formal as you were, is there?”
The students tilted their heads.
Those who train the martial art have a very strong sense of pride.
Even if someone was higher in status in a dojang, there was no need to bow one’s head to him.
Han SangChual shook as if he felt a sudden chill.
“You should’ve seen it. You think I treated him like this from the beginning? In the beginning I didn’t admit his strength. Just one year. It felt very unfair for a person who only learned sword for a year to become master’s best disciple. Even I, who went to Kumdo dojang for over 3 years, couldn’t become an official trainee. I thought he was an arrogant bastard.”