Shall I talk about the Masters now?
Several days had already passed since we began training at Heavenly Sword Mountain. It meant it was time to escape from the mental infancy where everything in sight was new.
The rules of the ‘Sword Circle’ were complex yet simple. At first glance, it seemed horizontal, but there was a strict hierarchy based on the time of entry, and above that, there were master-disciple relationships.
Among them, those who took on the role of ‘teacher’ were precisely the ‘Masters’.
‘Heo (虛)’, representing the Hall of Weight.
‘Mu (無)’, representing the Hall of Change.
‘Void (空)’, representing the Hall of Pleasure.
The authority of these three stood out prominently among the ordinary trainees. To the extent that even gray-haired old men bowed their heads without hesitation to Seria, who was in her early twenties.
However, even among these three, there was a subtle hierarchy.
“Master Void is the latest.”
Before dinner, the words thrown by Master Heo, who suddenly came to find me.
In my eyes, as I was preparing to go meet the Grand Master, doubt inevitably arose. Master Void, what did Seria do wrong for him to come to me?
But to Master Heo, this seemed quite an…