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In case ur feeling upset, here's phalpha to cheer you up pookies

Mr. Alpha? 🥺

HSR x reader, no nsfw. 1K words of pure cringe. Read at your own brainrot risk.

A/N: Guys, I swear I'm not a furry. This is just a phase. IGNORE THIS AND DO NOT MENTION THIS POST TO ME EVER AGAIN OR I'LL HAUNT YOUR WALLS. My friend keeps on saying that she's a sigma so I made this monstrosity. Enjoy!!! And to my lovely people who sacrificed their brain reading this, my apologies and ilysm. I never write first-pov so if this is the first time you're interacting with my blog and you see this? Then I swear I'm normal.

Tw: UwU cat reader, Brainrot, first person pov

'Grr Kitten you-you're not gonna want to make me angry🤬😡👿"

Mydei flexed his alpha muscles with the level 100000 gyatt he has. I as an omega🥺 trembled before the sheer alphaness of his skibidi. "My-Myddeiii you're- you're scwaring me😫😔😭 pwease stop my alpha??🥺"

Mydei's eyes softened as he started howling "AROOOO Kitten you make me so angry BARK BARK😡!" he sighed "But I'll stop if it makes my kitten feel sad." I cried tears of joy😥😛 at my alpha🐺 finally calming down, now I can hug my alpha again!!

"HEY, GRR🐺 BACK OFF MYDEI😡🤬👿 KITTEN IS MINE AWOOOOOOOOO." GASP! PHAINON THE ALPHA AND MY ALPHA BOYFRIEND ARE FIGHTING FO ME🥺👉👈 KYAAA I'M SO RIZZED UP RN ACK!

Phainonie bared his less sharp teeth at my alpha, he was so scary OMG! My puffy tail was trembling 🥺 fwom fwear😭 Mydei let out a growl from his throat, making me shriek and hide behind a near pedestrian. "You wanna go beta? fine, my kitten ONLY BELONGS TO ME👿🤬" As I hid behind a pedestrian's back and hid from the two scary wolfs, I smelled a nice fragrance. Warm... it made my omega self wanna bury my face in his hair UwU.

The male looked down at my omega self and just scowled. "Can you not cling onto me, it's giving major aura loss." A growl appeared from his chest, rumbling which made me scwared😫😳. "O-Oh! Okwey! UwU" I said as I twiddled my thumbs. Suddenly, Mydei sniffed the air and looked in our direction. "KITEN!!😱😡 WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THAT ALPHA, YOU'RE MINE KITTEN AWOOO" "B-But Mydei-" "NO, BUTS GRRRRR WOF WOOF, STAY BEHIND ME KITTEN, THINGS ARE GONNA GET MESSY AWOO"

My alpha charged at the green-haired Alpha, who had a determined look on his face. "This kitten is mine. Don't come any closer!" He got into a fighting stance🤸‍♀️🤺🤺 and EEKKKK! CHARGED MY ALPHA! WHO DO I SAVE? WHO DO I PICK AHHHH. I clutched my hands together and yelled "Ya-YAMATE KUDASAIIII!!!"😳😰🥺 (like the audio, no offense to Japanese ppl)

Everybody stopped and THEY WERE ALL LOOKING AT ME EEEK!! I need to do my BEST motivational quote so that this stops!!!!! I fiddled with my thumbs and looked down at my toes "uhm... Alphas, Please stop✋😰🥶!!! we need to overcome our differences with the power of love💖🥰❤ and f-friendship🥺🥺🥺!!!" I skibidi yelled at those meanie alphas! They were all so mewing! I was 💩ing myself AHHHH!!

Mydei stopped, a surprised look on his mogging face. My alpha looked at phainon, then the green alpha and said "You're right kitten😳 we were mewing 🗿 so much that we lost sight👀 of what really matters. In the end, the real jujutsu kaisen was the friends🫂 we made along the way grrr."

Phainon-chan nodded his head. "You're right grrr we should get along like how Dora the Explorer taught us to skibidi." He whimpered, tail hanging from shame. "WOOF grr we're sorry 😔😟 kitten."

Xanaxagoras just scoffed and looked away like the emo🥶 edgy😎 bad alpha🐺 boi supreme he is. "You all are idiots🤓." He said, looking at you in particular.

You gasped, feeling UwU tears well up in your omega🐺 eyes👁👁. "M-MYDEI MY ALPHAAA CHAN!" You cried, running towards him for comfort😔.

Mydei alpha barked at xanaxagoras, suggesting a gacha life singing🪩 battle. Mydei challenged Anaxa to see WHO was the realest one of them all. The song? Your all time favorite- 'Thick of It' by KSI.🥶

My alpha🐺 sang first, his tail going up as he tried to MOG Xanaxa. "HOWLLLL I'M IN THE THICK OF IT🥶🥴 EVERYBODY KNOWS, THEY KNOW🧠 ME WHERE IT SNOWS ❄️ I SKID IN AND THEY FROZE🥶🥴" (This almost killed me)

They were trying to out-rizz eachother out fo-for me 🥺🥹 ACKK I WANT BOTH I CAN'T DECIDE OWO. As soon as I was gonna pull a Sakura Haruno however, Phai Phai swept me away 🥰 kya!

"You're mine kitten." He growled, his arms tightening around me as his alpha tail WHOOSHED fwom side-to-side, his blue eyes i-intimidating me 🥺. He used his alpha-ness to clutch me in his arms and leap over the cloth roofs of marmoreal market OwO.

I watched as Phainon barked at any other wolves🐺 daring to approach us, but it wasn't until golden strings came down from the night sky that I knew that my fav beta🐺 huzz was here.

"Grrr Phainon, what are you BARK doing with my Puppy? 👹" ACK!!! IT WAS M-MOMMY AGLAEA!🥺 before I could ask her for her MOG routine, my kidnapper Alpha snatched me away with a HOWLLLLLLLLLLL and ran away from ze golden sharp sticks.

I screamed as Phainon-alpha's movement started swowing down😢 not wanting the moment to end yet, I OwO'd at Phalpha, making his alpha heart♥️ go 🧨BOOM BOOM BAKUDAN!!!🧨 in the end, we both skibidied our way through the huzz with rizz and ended up walking into the sunset together with the power of friendship and love <3

OR SO ME AND MY BADDIE ALPHA THOUGHT BARK BARK BARK cause death and butterflies was here to make my UwU life un-UwU!!!!! She lost 1000000 aura points for that you huzz!!!! 😡🤬🤬👺 I'M TELLING MY MYDEI ALPHA YOU'RE BULLYING ME CASSIE OMEGA!!!!

My phai-phai growled and set me on the ground. I missed his stwong arms UwU. "Stay back kitten" he said, his voice low and in a hot snarl. "Things are about to get serious👺 and you do NOT *snarls* want to *scratch scratch* see my Darkside AWOOOOOOOOOOOOO."

I-it was so hot🥵 and so sigma that I 💩 my pants right then and there!!!! At phalpha's words, Casussy baka🦋 went and replied back "Grrrrrrrrrr who do you think you are to take MY kitten away from me? I'LL SKIN YOU ALIVE ALPHA!!!"

It was a flurry of the furries!!! For an Omega, Casussy baka fought with so much aura!!! She was logging Phalpha?!?! How!!

"HOWWWLLLLLL NOT SO FAST 👺👹" A familiar gruff voice was heard as my Mydei CHARGED straight for Casussy Baka and Phalpha?!?!🥺 OMG EEEKKKKKK HE'S SK SCARY BUT SO HOT UwU. Just as Myalpha was about to make contact with the two, a familiar green haired wolf also joined in!!! 'You all are idiots and I'm better than you!!' Is a weird battle cry, but hey we listen and we don't judge.

It seemed so bad AND IT ONLY GOT SKIBIDIER?!?!? Mommy came in whirling awound with her golden sticks and started growling "GRRRR WOOF WOOF WOOF KITTEN IS MINEE 👹" Aglaea lowkey kinda rizzing me up frfr.

The place was chaos!! I-I was so vewy scwared 🥺 so I sucked it up, put on my adult pants, and yelled "S-STOP ITTT!! W-WE SH-SHOULD OVERCOME THINGS WITH THE POWER OF FWENDSHIPPPP🥺!!!!!!"

My alpha's eyes widened as his tail drooped in shame. He looked down at his paws and whimpered "You-You're right kitten grrrrr... We should be filling this world with sunshine, rainbows and cheese. Not FIGHTING AWOOOOOOOO."

Phalpha also agreed, "Yes, y-you're right y/n! 😔 scratches ear grrrr, I'm so AWOOOO of what I've done😥 lets all be pookies guys."

They all agreed as yall walked into the sunset and ykyk.

A/N: WHY DID I WRITE THIS WHY DID I WRITE THIS WHY DID I WRITE THIS WHY DID I WRITE THIS WHY DID I WRITE THIS. Ahem, if you've made it this far, congratulations! You're officially immune to June-level cringe! Guys I swear my writing isn't THIS terrible, this is just something I thought of while doing that omegaverse quiz in the Stellaron Hunters server... Uhm yea, so... thx for reading 1k words of brainrot and uh I'll return with an actual fic soon. Bye... walks away quickly because she is too ashamed to show her face to anyone

Tagging @vxnuslogy, @m1ckeyb3rry, @wystiix in here bcs Vee helped me embrace my cringe, Mira said that we need more omegaverse in this server, and Wys because I wanted to torment her with this.

#juneedstostfu #srb #honkai star rail x reader

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your-sleeparalysisdem0n · 14 days ago

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Hello,can I request Cheong Myeong x disciple reader?.. Platonic teacher - disciple or father - child/daughter/son relationship.

Cheong Myeong, the Plum Blossom Sword Saint, is currently Qirah's master in Mount Hua Sect, also known as the world's top strongest swordsman. A lot may think that this idiosyncratic individual is simply meretricious, yet Cheong Myeong has warded away, eradicated evil and unknowingly assisted the sect grow into the largest and most powerful sect within the cultivation world.

Nonetheless for the beginning, since reader is the first disciple he's ever taken in, he decides to be nice to the reader initially. It won't be long until he starts training the reader like a wild boar with those gruelling ways of becoming one with the longsword, though...(The reader doesn't mind in charge of the reader will prank his/her master back 🤣)..

For mere convenience, both of you were allocated to live in the same residence, compartmentalised into two sections by a bamboo screen. The reader always tries to sneak attack on him as the reader tries to defeat him 😂.. The reader will use everything like trap, prank,etc... Also the reader always uses Cheong Myeong or Tang Bo to pay for him/her🤣.. And s/he always wake up Cheong Myeong with creepy way like s/he will stare at him and then smile widely ' good morning master'

But when the reader always writes diaries and books so the books, draw books and diaries will begin to be read by Cheong Myeong 100 years later.(Also the letters after Cheong Myeong left for the war)

The reader's death because s/he sacrificed her/himself to protect the children in Hua Mount Sect and s/he will get title for her/himself because if that..

But let's put some little bits,that s/he left some gifts for her/his master for Cheong Myeong's birthday but only he get 100th years later..Her/his last words was hope Cheong Myeong proud of her/him..S/he die with smile..The ending is up to you..😭

A Void That Can't Be Filled

[Chung Myung x Reader]

Summary: Chung Myung facing the difficulties of being a mentor.

WC: 6.7K

Contains: platonic relationship, implied death, strong language, idk how to put trigger warnings.

A/N: I honestly thought of making the reader a male but then I was afraid it could be hard to write it because of the pronounces and— y'know what, who am I fooling? I'm just biased to writing female characters.

Enjoy~

✦

The cottony white clouds danced, brushing against the towering mountain peaks.

The sun rose, illuminating every corner of the sect, as though it was saturating the walls and floors with the warm, golden scent of its rays.

Some parts were quiet, while elsewhere, the sound of swords slicing the air rhythmically filled the atmosphere, creating a subtle, refined contrast.

Except perhaps for one room…

“Thayung, wo taaked 'bout dis!”

“Swallow your food first, Chung Myung-ah.”

The older man rubbed his forehead with his fingers.

This man still behaved like a child who had never received the most basic lessons in manners—despite already being seventy-two years old.

Chung Myung swallowed his mooncakes without delay and spoke again, an incredulous expression on his face.

“I thought Sahyung said I’m not qualified to take in disciples??”

“Well, I still think that…”

“...??”

Chung Myung looked at his Sahyung in confusion—and perhaps with a hint of betrayal. Sure, this was what he wanted, he didn’t want the responsibility. But it still hurt seeing Chung Mun look at him like he was a hopeless cause!

“The thing is…”

Chung Mun spoke slowly and steadily, although his expression carried a faint trace of anxiety and helplessness.

“Do you remember the little girl you brought to the sect?”

“Girl??”

“A few weeks ago, you said you beat up some slave traders.”

“Ohh!”

Chung Myung nodded with a smile as if he’d finally remembered—but quickly frowned in confusion.

“D–Don’t tell me…”

“Ahem…”

Chung Mun nodded with regret.

—

A few days ago, Chung Myung had beaten up some despicable slave traders along the banks of the Yangtze River. He’d coincidentally rescued a little child.

She looked to be around six years old, and Chung Myung had no idea where he was supposed to take her.

So… he did what any reasonable person would do in his place.

“Sahyung, who’s this?”

Chung Jin dropped the martial arts manuals from his hands and hurried toward Chung Myung, eyes fixed on the scratched-up girl in his arms.

They had taken her to the medical hall, and thankfully, it turned out she had no serious injuries.

Later, Chung Myung heard that the girl had recovered well and that the sect would care for her until she grew up and decided what to do with her life.

Then he was told she had shown remarkable talent with swords and an impressive passion. She decided to join the sect and began taking extra lessons to catch up with the other disciples—who were already barely keeping up.

That was the last he heard… until that conversation in Chung Mun’s residence.

“I don’t want to!”

“But Samae… Elder-nim is—”

The poor disciple dealing with the tantrum could barely handle the girl who was throwing a fit at anyone who tried to go against her. She kicked and punched at anyone who came close to calm her down.

“I said no means no!! I want that cool uncle to train me! He beat up those gross men so easily—I have to learn that!”

—

Chung Mun’s eyes narrowed and his eyelids twitched as he saw Chung Myung’s shoulders rise ever so slightly—clearly trying very hard to suppress the corners of his mouth from twitching upward.

“Ahem, kekeke… I suppose there’s not much to be done if the kid is… ahem... that determined.”

Chung Myung scratched his nose and cleared his throat, pretending the whole situation didn’t faze him at all.

“So…?”

Chung Myung straightened in his seat across from Chung Mun, speaking in a tone that was almost serious—but not quite heavy.

“Eh, I guess I’ll give it a shot, Sect Leader Sahyung!”

Seeing the playful, overly cheerful expression on Chung Myung’s face, only one thought crossed Chung Mun’s mind…

‘This is already a terrible idea…’

But it was already too late.

Chung Myung’s pink eyes wandered curiously to the tiny figure standing in front of him.

She was so small, even though he’d heard she was eight. Was he just that tall? Something had to be wrong if she had to crane her neck that much just to look at him.

Chung Myung held back a giggle and cleared his throat. She was his first disciple, after all—and she clearly admired his strength deeply. Even he knew it would be cruel to laugh when this was such a serious matter for her.

“Master!”

His train of thought was cut off. Chung Myung looked down to see the girl holding a short wooden sword tightly.

“Teach me how to smash those motherfucking bastards’ heads like you did!”

“Pffft—!”

“….”

Chung Myung turned his face away, trying to suppress his laughter… It was hard to take her seriously when she acted so seriously—while looking so cute.

In the background, Chung Mun tilted his head, wondering where the kid had picked up those curses and aggressive behavior. After all, she had only seen Chung Myung for a short while…

…

A vein throbbed on Chung Mun’s forehead, and he sighed, clenching his fist in frustration. Yes, even that short time was more than enough—especially if it involved beating pirates to within an inch of their lives.

“CHUNG MYUNG-AH!!!”

—

Gulp gulp gulp

“Kwah!”

Chung Myung wiped his lips with his sleeve and continued watching the little girl swing her sword in front of him.

He’d taught her a few basic drills—the kind they learned as children. He had to hold in his laughter again when she gave him that angry face. Then he explained why she needed to practice the Six Equilibrium and how it would help her destroy villains.

Normally, Chung Myung didn’t like explaining things. Mostly because it was boring—but also because bratty kids never understood what he said and would keep asking questions until he beat them. So really, he was doing them a favor by smacking them in advance before they wore out their vocal cords.

Though the girl didn’t fully understand his explanation, her angry face slowly relaxed into a thoughtful frown, and she nodded. She didn’t get the reason—but at least she knew there was one.

And since this new brat wasn’t as annoying as the others had been, maybe Chung Myung would be nice and not kick her out at lightning speed.

Thud!

Chung Myung looked at the girl who had fallen to the ground again, sighed in mild annoyance, and waited for the tears.

She sniffled, but quickly wiped her eyes and got back up. She dusted off her clothes with her tiny hands.

Chung Myung let out a relieved sigh.

“That happened because you were swinging your sword with too much force for how unsteady your stance was.”

The little girl looked up at him immediately, slight confusion on her face as she looked at her feet.

Chung Myung sat up straight and set his alcohol jar aside. He was the type to let people make a mistake first so they’d ask the right questions—and only then would he give them the answer if they couldn’t figure it out.

“Do as I tell you.”

“Yes!”

She nodded with fierce determination and shouted. Chung Myung laughed at her overly serious expression and gestured for her to come closer so he could teach her the proper stance for sword swinging.

—

“Hey, Bo!”

Tang Bo jumped when his door was kicked open, barely catching the bag of herbs that nearly fell from his hands.

He looked toward the door in irritation—but his eyes widened when he saw Chung Myung walking toward him with a wide grin.

“Hyung? You didn’t say you were coming today—”

“Doesn’t matter. Look what I brought!”

Tang Bo had barely stood up when he dropped back into his chair, staring with confusion at the thing Chung Myung thrust right in front of his face.

‘A child…?’

A scowling one.

“Hyung-nim, whose child did you kidnap?”

Tang Bo asked nervously, glancing at the little girl staring straight into his soul as if she were ready to attack. Could he blame her? Chung Myung had probably been carrying her like a bottle of wine or a sword the whole way here.

“Tsk, what are you talking about? Do you think I’d kidnap a kid?!”

“Well…”

In some ways, Chung Myung didn’t even like being around children. And no matter what, he at least had enough common sense not to commit kidnapping… or so Tang Bo liked to believe.

As Tang Bo struggled for words, Chung Myung felt the urge to hit him. But for some reason—perhaps out of a sudden sense of responsibility—he decided not to.

“She’s my new disciple.”

“Ah, yes, of course she’s your disciple, hyung-nim… What else... Hyung…”

Tang Bo stopped nodding and stared at the man in front of him like he’d just grown a second head, his jaw slack.

“Disciple? You mean… like… officially…?”

“Of course officially! What else—”

Chung Myung shut his mouth when he saw Tang Bo look at the girl with the most pitiful expression in the world, as if to say, “You poor child… What did you do in a past life to end up in this bastard’s hands?”

To hell with maturity and responsibility. Chung Myung knocked his fist against Tang Bo’s head. The latter clutched his head and groaned in pain.

“Why?! It’s not like I’m wrong—Hyung doesn’t know how to deal with a kid!”

“Of course I do! What’s so hard about it?!”

Despite what Chung Myung said, Tang Bo’s overly dramatic gasp—as if he’d just cursed his ancestors—wavered his resolve. But somehow, he managed to keep a straight face.

“…And those are just the basics you need to know.”

Chung Myung stared blankly into space like a fish, trying to absorb everything he had just been told.

Meanwhile, his brand-new disciple was playing with Jopyung in the courtyard outside the Tang family’s forge.

Chung Myung never thought that children needed emotional support, to be listened to, given the freedom to express their thoughts, or have their feelings understood and minds considered—all that empty talk no one ever actually applied in real life.

What did it even mean to be "gentle yet firm" at the same time?? How could anyone combine two opposing traits simultaneously?

"This is nonsense."

"No, it's the basics."

Tang Bo shook his head in surrender. He knew this man thought of human children like deer that could stand on their own legs minutes after being born.

"So…"

He glanced again at Chung Myung, who was stroking his chin, seemingly trying to understand the matter, then looked back at Tang Bo in deep confusion.

"You mean I can’t hit a child like a dog to make it learn?"

"OF COURSE NOT—!!! Ow!"

Tang Bo clutched his head where he was hit. That was his mistake—of course he’d get punched if he shouted at Chung Myung, even if the latter had just said something that insane.

"Tsk, I swear you’re always spouting nonsense! How hard can it be to care for a single little kid?"

Yes…

Chung Myung had said that just a few hours ago.

"Aren’t you going to teach me?"

Chung Myung looked down at the little girl glaring up at him, her tiny fists clenched tightly around the wooden sword she hadn’t let go of since she was given it. For some reason, he could never quite take her seriously when she made that face.

"Tsk. Why are you in such a hurry? You’re already progressing well compared to the others your age."

Chung Myung walked past the little disciple, but she kept staring at him unblinkingly. She quickly ran after him and grabbed onto his leg.

"How am I supposed to beat up ten huge barrel-shaped bastards if I don’t train hard?! Teach me!"

"Tsk, cut it out, you little brat!"

Chung Myung shook his leg, but she didn’t budge an inch, so he ignored her and kept walking. Tang Bo looked between the two of them, clearly concerned, then sighed.

"Listen..."

The little girl looked at him curiously when he called her, and he gave her a perfect gentle smile.

"How about this uncle buys you some candy? You can train later—"

"Uncle Bo!"

Tang Bo shut his mouth when the girl pointed at him with fierce determination.

"Can you beat up ten bastards easily?!"

"Uh… I guess so."

"Then teach me!"

Chung Myung froze in his tracks. So did Tang Bo. The kid took her chance to release Chung Myung’s leg and stood in front of Tang Bo with an eager expression. Her tiny hand grabbed at the hem of his long sleeve.

"My lazy Master hasn’t taught me anything in three weeks! Can you teach me instead?"

Chung Myung slowly turned his head toward Tang Bo, wearing a threatening, menacing smile, but Tang Bo just returned a gentle one.

"Of course!"

"You bastard—!"

Tang Bo lifted the kid by her armpits and sprinted in the opposite direction. Chung Myung stared after him in shock, feeling utterly betrayed. He dashed after Tang Bo at full speed.

"Get back here, you kidnapper bastard!"

"No way, hyung-nim!"

Naturally, some of the passersby looked over in confusion, but all they saw flashing past were streaks of dark green and white.

On some rock, the little girl sat swinging her short legs while munching on rice cakes. Meanwhile, Tang Bo rubbed his swollen face.

"Tsk, why does hyung-nim always resort to violence?"

"It’s just easier to deal with you that way."

Tang Bo flinched and leaned back when Chung Myung raised his fist again, but the latter just clicked his tongue and turned his glare toward his disciple.

"And you! Asking someone else to train you—aren’t you ashamed of yourself?!"

The little girl looked at Chung Myung in surprise as he pointed an accusing finger at her, but her face quickly crumpled into an expression that even made Chung Myung take a step back.

When had anyone ever looked at him with such disapproval?

"I should say the same to Master! How irresponsible must he be for his only disciple to go ask someone else for guidance?"

"You filthy little piece of shhhhi—"

"Hyung!"

Tang Bo barely managed to grab his friend before he lunged at the child, who was now chewing her rice cakes with a bit too much force.

Let's mention, Chung Myung remembered those words even after they returned to Mount Hua.

The next plan was to train her so hard she’d beg never to hear the word "training" again in her entire life.

Everything went just as he had planned—waking up at dawn and engaging in intensive drills no child of eight should ever do… well, without neglecting the fundamentals, of course.

Climbing steep slopes, lifting weights, swinging sandbag-tied swords, squats, pushups, running, and, and, and…

Without fail, the little girl would collapse in exhaustion after every session—sometimes even before it was over. She’d complain of pain and couldn’t stand on her frail legs.

Chung Mun almost scolded him several times after hearing this—but he didn’t.

Why?

Ha ha...

"Master! What do you think about some extra training??"

Chung Myung didn’t know whether to feel happy or horrified. On one hand, Chung Mun had nothing to say—clearly no one was forcing her to do anything.

On the other hand, this was not the result Chung Myung had been aiming for.

She just seemed obsessed. Did she die from lack of training in a past life or something? What’s her deal?

The tables had turned—Chung Myung was the one who couldn’t keep up anymore.

"Master! Where are you going?!"

"Master! Come back here!"

"Master! Take me with you!"

Master, master, master—

"Just call me that stupid title one more time, and I’m going to drag her to the top of Mount Hua and toss her off so she lands right on her damned head—"

"You need to take a breath… Chung Myung-ah."

Chung Myung blinked at his younger brother, who took a deep inhale that sounded more like a gasp than a breath.

"Listen..."

Chung Myung stopped muttering in frustration and looked attentively at his sect leader.

"Have you ever tried asking her why she trains so hard?"

Chung Myung was about to say something but fell silent as he actually processed the question.

Tang Bo had said something similar: that raising a child required trying to understand their thoughts and motivations. But Chung Myung had never really thought of it seriously—until now.

He didn’t know the girl before she came to Mount Hua, so it was hard to tell if she had always been like this. But there's a big chance that something had changed to push her to this state.

He’d seen it—training so hard hurt her. She was in pain from her torn and strained muscles, but she kept coming back, again and again. There had to be a reason.

„How do I beat up more than ten bastards like you do?“

When those words rang in his ears like a bell, Chung Myung felt a faint chill creep into his mind, and it felt like he already knew what was coming.

Of course, as usual, that little brat still managed to surprise him.

"You lied!"

Chung Myung tilted his head at the last second, narrowly dodging the flying wooden plum blossom sword, then turned to face the culprit.

He’d actually discovered that children’s attacks were harder to predict. Normally, he could sense an enemy’s bloodlust before they even raised their weapon on him. But kids were too weak to emit such intent.

Looking at her now, he wondered—how could this feral little creature not give off bloodlust? Actually, that might be dangerous... imagine if she did have bloodlust on top of that wicked glare?

Chung Myung shuddered and looked at her as if she were some wild predator.

‘What did I do to deserve such an evil disciple?’

"What now?"

"You said you’d train me this evening!"

She picked up a pillow and threw it at him, but he caught it easily—even though he feigned shock. He’d been doing that a lot lately; he noticed it frustrated her more.

"Maaaasteeeeerrrrr, you bastard!"

"Hey! Watch your mouth—wait, that’s my pillow!"

He caught the second pillow she hurled at him just as easily, then dashed around the room while the little girl chased him like she was about to bite him.

"Alright, enough!"

Chung Myung stopped, and she crashed right into him. She was about to kick him, but he grabbed her by the collar and lifted her up.

"Tsk, you’re a total mess—"

He grumbled slowly, then suddenly paused.

That smell.

He quickly turned toward his side of the room—one specific floorboard had been pried up. He glared at the girl with a angry expression. He should’ve noticed the smell of alcohol earlier.

"You know kids aren’t allowed to drink that, right?!"

"You lied about that too! Alcohol tastes awful! Your taste is terrible!"

When she pointed at him like he was the only criminal here, Chung Myung’s eyebrows twitched in irritation. He dropped her, and she landed on her back with a groan—only to receive a flick on the forehead.

"You damned brat! Don’t ever do that again!"

Chung Myung sighed and walked back to pick up his pillow, tossing it onto his mattress carelessly. Just as he was about to throw himself into bed—

Sniff.

Hic.

He turned around slowly.

Oh heavens… Muryangsubul.

The little girl had curled up into a ball, her small frame trembling faintly. Between every few moments, he could hear soft, muffled sobs—like she was trying to hold back her crying.

At that moment, Chung Myung felt like he’d just been slapped across the face.

Did he do that?

"I hate you, Master!"

That's another slap.

Wow.

Had he finally, officially failed as a mentor? Without a doubt. And he’d been rambling about how easy it was to care for a kid just a few months ago.

Tang Bo would definitely mock him now.

"Wait, you’re not just crying because of that flick, are you? Come on! That wasn’t even that hard..! Tsk, kids these days can’t even handle a little discipline—"

Chung Myung muttered anxiously as he hovered around her helplessly, as if he truly didn’t know what to do—which was, in fact, the truth. Even though he’d spent some time looking after a child in his residence, he was still firmly in the “ignorant” category when it came to dealing with children and their complex emotions.

“Tsk… Damn it, was that hit harder than I meant it to be? Impossible... You shouldn’t be this sensitive. A martial artist needs to have a strong mindset—ah, damn it, who am I talking to? Sahyung will kill me if he finds out about this…”

Though he muttered that last part to himself, her ears didn’t miss it. Slowly and slightly, she lifted her head toward him, her red, tearful eyes gleaming as they looked at him—filled with a mixture of caution and hope.

Chung Myung froze when he saw her looking at him, but then tilted his head slightly toward her, as if ready for something. It was almost funny, seeing him take things this seriously just to avoid angering Chung Mun.

“I—I’ll forgive Master… but—”

She mumbled quietly, just loud enough for him to hear. Her voice was shaky and still carried traces of tears, but it was more composed.

“…But Master must train me.”

Chung Myung’s expression twitched. Why had he expected anything else from her?

Now, more than ever, he understood.

—

Chung Myung might not have become the perfect teacher.

Of course, old habits die hard. He was the kind of man who enjoyed loafing around, wandering aimlessly, and wasting time. He did train himself from time to time, but those were rare occasions—he had already mastered most techniques with terrifying speed.

He still liked to goof off, but in the end, he dedicated some time to training his little disciple.

It had been annoying at first—forcing himself to stick to a schedule and waking up earlier than usual. But eventually, he found himself slowly getting used to the new routine.

It helped that her constant nagging had significantly decreased. Though not completely gone, it was now just some reminders about their training sessions so he wouldn’t forget.

It seemed she, too, had come to understand that she couldn’t force him to train her all the time. That certainly helped.

“Master, can I have this?”

“You can’t ask after you’ve already taken it…”

Chung Myung muttered through gritted teeth as he looked at the eleven-year-old girl in front of him, who had already grabbed some candy from the stand before even asking—clearly implying she’d take them regardless.

But Chung Myung clicked his tongue.

“You already took some rice cakes—”

“Please!”

“I said no—”

“Pleeeaaase, Master!”

Chung Myung gave her a disgruntled look as she stared back at him with wide puppy eyes, then let out a dry, mocking laugh before pulling out some money.

“Tsk. Damn brat.”

“Pffft—”

Tang Bo covered his mouth and pretended he hadn’t seen the death glare Chung Myung shot him before turning back to the vendor.

But who could blame him? Who would’ve believed that the infamous Chung Myung had a soft spot for kids? He’d have laughed in anyone’s face who claimed such a thing just three years ago.

“So, how’s your training going?”

Tang Bo asked the girl sitting across from him at the busy restaurant table. She looked at him and quickly swallowed the food in her mouth, seemingly excited to answer.

“I’m doing great! I’ve gotten really strong!”

Tang Bo smiled with interest. He knew Chung Myung didn’t train her too attentively, but he also knew that made the training even tougher.

Unfortunately, a sarcastic voice interrupted before he could reply.

“Doing great, my ass. You fell off a cliff three times yesterday.”

“Master!”

The little disciple looked at him in protest, but Chung Myung scoffed and refused to meet her gaze.

“I didn’t fall! I almost fell—but I didn’t!”

“Same thing.”

“No, it’s not!”

Hearing Chung Myung’s amused, mocking laugh at successfully riling her up, she pouted, grabbed the salt from the table, and poured it all into his cup of drink.

Tang Bo’s lips twitched. He watched as she crossed her arms and turned away like she hadn’t done anything.

Chung Myung didn’t care and started eating. But the moment he tasted his drink, he spat it all out and coughed violently.

“You wicked little alcohol-ruiner!!”

“Ruiner? It was already gross anyway!”

Oh, he knew right away. It must’ve happened more than once. She laughed and jumped off her chair just as he grabbed her by the head.

“Uncle Bo, save me!”

She ran toward him—this evil little brat—so shamelessly throwing him into the fire. But Tang Bo found it funny. He scooped her up under his arm like a sack of potatoes and ran out of the restaurant.

Only for Chung Myung to appear in front of him in the blink of an eye.

“You think you can escape again like this?”

“Don’t you think so? Well then let me try.”

Tang Bo and Chung Myung stared each other down, both ready like they were waiting for the other to make the first move.

Right—

No! Left—

“Damn this nonsense!”

Chung Myung jumped across the tables, causing panic. The crowd watched in horror as Tang Bo fled backwards, barely dodging Chung Myung’s wildly inaccurate blows.

“Come back here now!”

“So you can beat me? No thanks!”

Tang Bo knew he’d get hit no matter what—even if he ran to the other side of the world.

“But do you have to be like this?”

“What?”

Chung Myung growled as he gulped water to wash out the excessive salt, finally having ended that chase. Tang Bo backed off, not wanting another bump on his head.

“Oh well, at least now we match!”

The girl laughed, gesturing at their equally bruised heads. Tang Bo sighed. The sarcasm in her voice was hard to miss, so he probably deserved it when he picked her up by one leg.

“You little gremlin.”

“Ahh!! Uncle, put me down!”

—

“Normal?????”

“Chung Myung, calm down a little—”

“Did Sahyung say it’s NORMAAAL?????”

Anyone seeing Chung Myung at that moment would think a global disaster had struck.

His face was panicked, dark circles under his eyes—even though he clearly hadn’t stayed up late—and he was pale and sweating slightly. In short: a panic attack.

It was extremely bizarre. Chung Mun never imagined he’d see Chung Myung like this—but the day had finally come. Perhaps it was time to revisit some things they once thought impossible.

Anyways… this situation was exactly why young female disciples were usually placed under the care of an older female disciple—not a man.

This was a Taoist sect. The men here were ignorant about many things—especially those related to women. To avoid such situations, female disciples were only allowed to train under male teachers after they matured and knew how to take care of themselves when it comes to… certain matters.

Chung Myung and his little disciple were a special case—he was a top-level martial artist, and she had stubbornly insisted on learning only from him.

Of course, Chung Myung was even more clueless than the others about women. Chung Mun had wanted to explain things to him but thought there was still time.

“She was fucking BLEEDING, for heaven’s sake, and Sahyung tells me it’s no big deal?????”

Chung Myung looked like he was about to tear his hair out.

Should Chung Mun be glad his Sajae cared this much about his disciple’s well-being—or cry for the disaster unfolding before him? It didn’t matter. He couldn’t do either.

Damn it.

Even explaining what a menstrual cycle was didn’t help. It only made Chung Myung freak out more.

“Every month???? Every. Fucking. Single. Month.???????????”

Bleeding for a whole week didn’t sound pleasant—which, of course, it wasn’t. Maybe Chung Myung was overreacting—but honestly, he had a point.

Later, he banned her from getting out of bed or training, brought her a mountain of sweets, and remained deeply worried she’d die from too much blood loss.

Oh, and he also went to Sichuan just to beat up that bastard Tang Bo for not warning him about something so serious earlier.

—

Chung Myung opened his eyes slowly, waking from his sleep—and nearly had a heart attack of fright.

His disciple, wearing her trademark mischievous grin, stared right into his soul in silence with piercing eyes.

“Good morning, Master.”

“You need to stop doing that if you want this Master to live a little longer, you damned gremlin.”

Chung Myung rubbed the bridge of his nose in frustration. He already had a headache despite just waking up.

“Kekeke… I couldn’t sleep.”

She hummed cheerfully, her tone full of energy, rocking back and forth where she stood. Chung Myung knew exactly what that was for.

“Where!?”

“You’ll find out when we get there.”

“Tell me!!!”

Though she was already fifteen, she still acted like a little rascal—which didn’t suit her age. Then again, this was how Chung Myung had raised her, so he couldn’t exactly complain.

In his eyes, she was still just a brat.

“Tell me! Tell me!”

“Ughhh… Stop it!”

She groaned theatrically and looked mildly annoyed as he sat up and stretched.

“Wait for me outside—”

“Got it!”

Tak!

The door shut quickly, followed by the sound of her hurried footsteps leaving. Chung Myung frowned for a moment but couldn’t stop a small laugh from escaping.

“Brat.”

On the way down the mountain, she didn’t stop pestering him with the same question. He was almost convinced now that she really hadn’t slept last night.

When she acted like that, it brought back memories of her early days as his disciple—a tiny little fireball who was always angry.

When he remembered it… Chung Myung’s eyes softened slightly, despite himself.

But it didn’t last long—her persistent nagging returned, as expected.

Still, Chung Myung decided he would endure it until they reached their destination.

He managed it—somehow. Eventually, she gave up and decided to wait until they arrived, settling for a bit of random chatter along the way.

And the closer they got, the quieter she became.

At the banks of the Yangtze River, Chung Myung’s steps moved steadily forward. The only sign someone was following him was the sound of footsteps pressing into the grass.

She couldn’t say anything—she was far too lost to even dare a word. Fear held her tongue.

Chung Myung stopped after a few moments of not hearing those footsteps anymore. He slowly turned to face his disciple, his expression unchanged even as he clearly saw the confusion and tension on her face.

“What, tired of walking already?”

“…”

“I’ll give you a test. Let’s see how much you’ve improved.”

He turned away and kept walking, even though the footsteps behind him didn’t resume. Then, in a flawlessly serious tone, he muttered:

“Today, we’re going to hunt some pirates.”

Slowly, the footsteps returned from behind, distant at first. She bit her lip in frustration and forced herself to keep walking.

Chung Myung closed his eyes. In his mind, he quietly apologized to the child who had followed him, despite everything.

He had to take something from her—just to ensure that nothing could take his little girl from him.

—

My heart was filled with hatred for some time.

I think Sect Leader-nim saw that. That’s probably why he gave me a notebook and a brush.

I never imagined I could feel like this. I never knew a person’s heart could hold so much hatred—but truthfully, I didn’t care.

Sure, my father told me that hatred was a bad thing, that letting go was better.

But no matter how bad it is, won’t these filthy feelings just disappear if I kill the people who took my family and turned my life upside down?

That’s what I thought—for such a long time. All I wanted was to drown in rage, blindly and stupidly, like some foolish, immature girl.

It took me a long time to realize how pointless those goals were. Even until recently, I was still burning inside with a fire I should have extinguished myself years ago, not let it grow out of control.

It was my only reason for wielding a sword. My only motivation for begging Master to train me—because I wanted to grow strong as quickly as possible.

Because I feared that if I was too slow, my enemies might die peacefully.

The mere thought made me furious.

I knew how disgraceful those thoughts were for a Taoist and martial artist of an Orthodox Sect. But I’m human too. Who has the authority over their heart to stop it from feeling?

That’s why I followed you. That’s why I pestered you with ignorant persistence. You were towering, you were Staggering, and your strength was like fuel thrown onto the flames in my heart.

I wanted something like that.

So I insisted.

I begged. I acted like a lunatic. I bothered you on purpose. I’m a little sorry about that—but I’d be lying if I said there wasn’t a part of me that enjoyed how you got angry at me every time but never pushed me away from you.

You were completely different from my father in every possible way. It was hard to treat you with the same reverence I gave him. I’m sorry for that. Maybe you weren’t my father—but somehow, I love and cherish you just as much.

I spent so much time by your side even though it's only few years to you, to me it was most of my life's years. And even though it should have stoked the flames in me further, I found myself at peace whenever I was with you.

You were never the fuel. You were more like the cool water that touches smoldering embers. Have you ever heard how beautiful that sound is?

I started to love my life more. Even though I childishly swore to never grow attached to anything again—I couldn’t help it. I didn't have the authority in my heart to stop it from loving the home I was given.

My sect siblings were kind. And despite how many times Uncle Bo voiced his annoyance with kids, I never once saw irritation in his eyes when he looked at me.

Later, I realized that after losing something, I could gain something else. And even though what I lost could never be replaced, I was still capable of gaining more and more. Having a voided place in my heart doesn’t mean it must be filled.

Lacking something isn’t a flaw.

It might be the trait I need to grow.

You saw that first, didn’t you?

I’ve thought about this for so long. I don’t know when exactly you figured it all out—but it would be strange to think I didn’t slip and reveal something as a child. I was a terrible chatter, after all.

And I’d be lying if I said I was happy when Master took me to the Yangtze River.

I felt the deepest frustration—because everything that had been on my mind for years crumbled in less than a day.

You were worried, weren’t you, Master? You’d never say it out loud, of course, but you wanted to take me there before I grew strong enough to sneak off on my own for revenge.

I pretended everything was fine—like someone swallowing a blade and staying silent. And I’m so grateful I did.

I think I’d curse myself now if I’d taken out my petty frustrations on you at that time. I don’t even want to imagine how ungrateful and selfish I would’ve looked in front of you.

I’m glad you made that decision, even if the future where I grew strong enough to go on my own never came.

Master… we just received word from the battlefield moments ago, and I didn’t want to believe it. I still don’t.

The other disciples are either sobbing or already collapsed. Can you believe that? They think everyone really died!

I’m still waiting for you to come back. To return home. To Mount Hua.

Even if it takes you years, maybe because you’re badly injured and have to walk slowly… I’ll wait. And if I have to, I’ll come get you and carry you back myself. You know, I’m really strong—I can carry you on my back.

But… please, wait just a little longer.

Master, the Demon Sect is coming up Mount Hua.

There’s no time to escape. The news reached us too late.

I’ll pick up my sword. I’ll fight until the last drop of blood leaves my veins. I’ll protect the children here, just like you always protected me.

I’ll be the shield you were for me.

I’ll be like your back, the one I watched and trusted for years.

I hope I’ll shine—I hope I won’t embarrass myself. I hope I don’t trip in front of some Demon Sect scum. Wish me luck—and I’ll hope that I make you proud. That I lift your head high, with every time I lift this sword.

I’ll do my best. Even if I die, at least I’ll die properly—like an actual warrior.

So please, come back to Mount Hua.

Your annoying disciple will be waiting for you.

"...Or maybe at least, these few words that I have left for you."

Baek Chun read the last line slowly, quietly, as if savoring each word with care.

Then silence fell over the group of disciples huddled together. There was nothing to say—everyone was overwhelmed with intense, tangled emotions.

Jo Gul sniffled. He was the first to speak.

“Ah… thinking that her Master never received it...”

Sighs echoed from here and there. The disciples looked at one another, unsure of what to say. Baek Chun was the next to break the silence.

“The rest of the pages burned… Only the last few remain. Her final message to her master. What a thing…”

The disciples sighed again, the weight of their grief only growing heavier upon hearing that.

Earlier that morning, Baek Chun had noticed the half-burned notebook in the Sect Leader’s room during a meeting. Hyun Jong noticed his curious gaze and let him take it, telling him he could read it. Once Baek Chun learned it was the final words of one of their ancestors, he knew he couldn’t read it alone—he had to share it with the others.

The elders couldn't tell much about the ancestor, but after some searching they came to realize it was one of the younger disciples that were left in the sect. She would be around 17-18 years old.

She protected Mount Hua with all her might, died in there with her sword still drenched in enemies blood, like a shield. Mount Hua's Brave Shield.

Chung Myung had only been curious about what they were fussing over. The mention of "an ancestor's last words" caught his attention more than anyone else’s.

He never imagined it would be something like this.

Clack!

Chung Myung slammed his door shut after quietly slipping away from the others without being noticed.

His back bumped lightly against the wooden door as he let himself slide down slowly. He ran a hand through his hair, the pressure building inside his chest.

„…Master.“

“You should have run…”

Chung Myung’s voice cracked, soft and unsteady.

“You shouldn’t have waited. Why… you can't just trust my strength like that…”

„…It doesn’t matter.“

“…”

„Thank you, Master.“

As the sting reached his eyes and the ache swelled in his chest, Chung Myung pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to calm himself—but his breath trembled faintly in his throat.

His heart ached more than ever at the void that could never be filled. This time, the void was in his heart.

Back then, Chung Myung didn’t understand why—or how deeply it had to hurt—for someone to destroy themselves over something they’d lost. Not choosing the clear path of moving on with life.

But the years passed, and now, here he was.

His life. Mount Hua. His home and the irreplaceable things he had lost.

She had waited for him, that bratty girl, his bratty little girl. And she had written those words in the last moments before the blood spilled everywhere—hoping, just hoping he would return someday. Hoping to ease the sorrow of what he had lost.

And now he had returned, to Mount Hua, and he had received her message.

“Idiot…”

She truly was an idiot… Like master, like disciple.

✦

A/N: I wrote this while on my period, so yk.

I'm honestly not very convinced with this oneshot so I'm letting y'all decide wether it deserved time or not.

Peace out!

#BRO HELLO?#THIS IS SO AMAXING HSSDWWUD #IMFG IMMA KMS THIS I SO SAD AND AMAZING AHHHHHHHGH #cheong myeong

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